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DESCRIPTIONS. 



DESCRIPTION OF ACT I. 

Mrs. Lillabkidge in her parlor. 

Mbs. LiiiLABKiDGE, when first seen, is dressed in the style of 1858. 
Her dress is made of seal-brown material, the skirt being plain, but 
full. The waist is also plain, having long flowing sleeves, trimmed 
with black point lace. Her collar is trimmed with embroidery, the 
front and back having deep points. Her hair is brought down over 
her ears, then done up in a chignon in the back. Her appearance is 
to be graceful. 

LUCY'S DESCRIPTION. 

Lucy's appearance is like a school girl aged 14 years, with her 
books in her arm. 

Her dress is made of Scotch plaid, the skirt being straight and 
full. The trimming is three rows of ribbon-velvet of a contrasting 
shade. The waist is plain, with large flowing sleeves. Her hat is a 
flat leghorn shape, with long ties in the back. Her hair is in curls, 
beginning at the forehead. Her appearance must be easy and grace- 
ful. 

DESCRIPTION OF DR. PPEIFER. 

Dr. Pfeifer is of medium height, having a large red face, and a 
peaked nose. His eyes are blue and very large, having an uglj' ex- 
pression. His hair is light, the back being cut straight across his 
neck. His head is uncommon large; the top is entirely bald. He 
wears a red mustache and a spear of chin-whiskers. His spectacles 
are gold-banded. His hat is a large buckwheat slouch, and faded. 
His boots are large and awkward, and his vest is made of light-green 
velvet, wearing with it a long dress-coat of a darker shade, and nar- 
row through the shoulders. The pants are striped, brown and black. 
His left shoulder he carries higher than the right one, and his walk 
is very quick, exhibiting his ill- temper. His gold-headed cane he 
strikes down when talking with any one, so as to be understood. He 
tries to be polite with all he says, but spoils it by acting awkward, 
and misunderstanding each person. Whenever entering Mrs. Lilla- 
bridge's parlor, or departing, he makes an awkward display with his 
cane. Whenever passing before Mrs. Lillabridge or Lucy, without 
excusing himself, he steps on their feet in an awkward manner. 



DESCBIPTIONS. 



Description of Scene II., Act I. 

Lucy in her bed-room. 

Mks.*Lillabkidge and Lucy are dressed the same as in Scene I. 
Desckiption of Scene III., Act I. 

Mks. LiliiABKidge is again iinittiug in her parlor. 

Her dress is made of changeable blue silk. The skirt is full, hav- 
ing two rows of black lace around it. The waist is tight-fitting, and 
is trimmed with one row of black lace extending over the shoulders. 
The sash is made up of the same silk that the dress is, and trimmed 
around the edges with black lace. In the back it is tied in a straight, 
careless loop. Her sleeves are long and flowing, the edges being 
trimmed with narrow lace. 

DESCRIPTION OF LUCY. 

Lucy appears in a dove-coJored silk dress. The skirt is ruffled 
from the bottom up to the waist. Her waist is made like an old-style 
Quaker waist, having short sleeves with one ruffle on the bottom of 
each. The neck is cut low. Under the dress-sleeves are worn em- 
broidered musliti sleeves. The neck has muslin ruching set in very 
deep. On her hair and bosom a white rose is worn. The slippers 
match the dress. Over her lace mitts plain gold wristlets are worn. 

DESCRIPTION OF DB. PFEIFER. 

The Doctor is dressed in a black suit— the coat being long and 
too large through the shoulders. He carries the cane as before, and 
acts awkward in his manner. He wears a turned-down collar and a 
black neck-tie. On his head a plug hat is worn. 

The colored servant girl is dressed in plair. black, wearing a 
white apron. 

DESCRIPTION or MR. LILLABRIDGE. 

Mr. Lillabridge has a graceful appearance, and wears black 
clothes. 

THE MINISTER. 

The Minister is dressed in black and wears a white nock-tie. 

DESCEIPTION OF ACT II. 
Mrs. Lucy' Pfeifer's kitchen is furnished with a cook-stove, 
three wooden bottom chairs and one wooden rocking chair. The ta- 
ble is arranged for tea, having a white linen spread, fine porcelain 
ware, silver cake-baskets, napkin rings and all belonging to a set. 
The cradle is near the table, with the little infant in it. The kitchen 
is curtained off enough so as to see the bed-room. This all must 
show the contrast between her own home and the one that the Doc- 
tor provides her. 

DESCRIPTION OF LUCY. 

Lucy's dress is made plain and of brown dotted calico. With this 
is worn a long white apron and a pointed collar. 



DESCRIPTIONS. 



DESCRIPTION OF DR. PPEIFER. 

Dr. Pfeifer looks the same as when he was married. He wears 
the same black clothes and a hair watch-chain mounted with gold. 
When sitting at the table he rests the cane on his knees. 

DESCRIPTION OF THE DUTCH BAKER. 

The Dutch Baker is fleshy, wearing a stubby beard and side- 
whiskers. On his head is worn a paper cap made of flour-sacking, 
allowing some letters to be seen. His pants are linen, and his vest 
and coat black woolen. His coat, vest and wooden-soled slippers are 
sprinkled with flour. 

THE baker's wife. 

The Baker's Wipe is a fleshy and jolly-looking Dutch woman. Her 
cheeks are full and rosy, and her hair is combed plain and done up in 
Dutch braids. Her dress is made of dark brown, coarse goods; the 
skirt? being very short, and the waist loose, without any sleeves, ex- 
cept white ones, reaching nearly to the elbow. Around her neck is 
worn a large white handkerchief, with the ends tucked under the belt 
of her black apron. A cardinal silk handkerchief is folded and ex- 
tended around her forehead, then tied at the back of her neck. On 
her feet brogan shoes are worn. 

DESCEIPTION OF ACT III. 

The coal-pits may be arranged so that it is dim by having jack 
lanterns hung on the branches of trees. The smoke must be boiling 
from the vent-holes. The surroundings are snow-banks, rocks, and 
drieid oak trees. On the snow dried leaves and coal are scattered in 
every direction. 

Jim must be busy with raking the coal together and singing Irish 
ballads. 

To imitate thunder the storm may be played on the piano— the 
part only that sounds like thunder. The howling winds and the rust- 
ling of leaves may be imitated by forcing air through cylinders. 

DESCRIPTION OF IRISH JIM. 

Irish Jim has on a blue frock, brown overalls and a black cap, and 
is busy working with his rake. When Mrs. Pfeifer enters, Jim must 
peer between the banks as if to say, " Who is that?" 

DESCRIPTION OF MRS. PFEIFER. 

Mrs. Pfeifer has on the same dress that she wore when seen in 
her kitchen. The infant is tied to her back with a shawl over it, and 
Mrs. Pfeifer has one around herself. In her right hand she has her 
Bible, and in the left an extra shawl. The bottom of her dress is wet, 
as if she had been making her way through wet snow. 
DESCEIPTION OF ACT IV. 

The Doctor's office has in it a book-case, a writing-desk and a 
luedicine-rack on which are small labeled bottles. The Doctor has 
his spectacles on, and a brown suit of clothes with a white vest. The 
word " profession" he uses with such an emphasis as if he thinks it 
is edifying. 



DESCKIPTIONS. 



PATIENTS. 

FEiiix appears like a ruflBan, Mike like a chore-boy, and Ckaw- 
FOED like a polished young man. The Peasant is very rough-look- 
ing. The Man with the bandaged arm looks prim. 

MRS. PFEIFER. 

Mrs. Pfeifee, with her infant, enters the office looking the same 
as she did when among the coal-pits. 

DESCRIPTION OF JIM. 

Jim is dressed the same when he enters the office as he was when 
tending the coal-pits. 

DESCRIPTION OF ACT V. 

The milliner shop is an anged with a show-case and a long table 
with revolving-racks for the bonnets. 

"When the girls enter they must busy themselves by trimming 
hats. Mrs. Pfeifer must trim as if she is in a hurry when the Doc- 
tor enters. 

The shop-girls wear black dresses and white aprons. 

Mrs. Pfeifer wears a heavy trimmed silk dress, with a gold 
watch-chain and a set of high-priced jewelry. Her appearance must 
be as if she possessed great business faculties. 

For the infant a large wax doll may be had, with a bonnet on its 
head, so that the difference could not easily be distinguished. 
description of the doctor. 

The Doctor, when entering the milliner shop, must be strutting, 
with his cane under one arm and a cucumber in each hand. He is to 
wear a plug hat, and a black coat and vest with light-checked pants 
that are too large for him. His feet must be as awkward as before. 
For the cucumbers wooden ones may be used. 
auntie flagan. 

Auntie Flagan is to wear a light-green dress, the skirt being 
made too short, and the waist without a seam in the back and only 
one dart on each side. Around her neck a yellow handkerchief is to 
be worn, having the ends in front tucked under the belt of her straight 
yellow apron. Her hair is done up in a hair net, and a narrow band 
of light-green I'ibbon is tied at one side and foi-med in a loop. She is 
to be broad-shouldered and very robust. 

Description of Scene II., Act V. 

The angels that Mrs. Pfiefer had seen when in her trance-like 
dream were robe^d in white, and had glistening, outstretched wings 
and golden hair. These could be attached to some stiff wire, and the 
stage could be darkened so as to have the clouds represented like 
real ones. The hawk and the dove may be stuffed and fixed in a way 
that they would turn their heads. 

This was a reality. The dove flew in one time when Mrs. Pfei- 
fer was sick, and Axtntie Flagan, her nurse, was present. The 
hawk was a pet of little Johnny Pfeifer's, and flew in the time when 
the Doctor bled her arm, after frightening her so as to cause her 



fainting. These two occurrences should be joined together in one 
scene, so as to beautify it. 

ACT VI. 

The dinner-table for New Year's day is to be arranged with silver 
ware, having a turkey in the center, and some cream cake, made in 
layers like jelly cake. 

DB. PFEIFER. 

Dr. Pfeifer is to be dressed very neat on New Year's day, wear- 
ing his spectacles and letting his cane rest on his knees when sitting 
at the table. 

Miss Mamie is to wear a dinner dress and Fairy is to wear a blue 
princess suit. 

Mamie is a young lady, and Fairy is about nine or ten years of 
age. Little Johnny must have light hair and in ringlets. He is to 
wear a sailor suit. 

Mrs. Pfeifer is to wear a dinner dress, and have her hair in 
waves in the front and done up in a coil in the back. 

DESCKIPTION OF ACT VII. 
The bar-room is to be arranged in the German style, having the 
beer-kegs and the wine-bottles show. 

THE DUTCH BAR-KEEPER. 

The bar-keeper is a large, fleshy man, wearing no coat, and his 
shirt sleeves are rolled up. On his head is worn a red flannel cap, its 
shape being similar to a dunce-cap, and on the end is a red tassel. On 
his feet he wears wooden-soled slippers, having only a strip of leather 
over the toes. 

THE DOCTOR. 

The Doctor is dressed in the bar-room scene in checked pants 
and a long linen coat. He wears a plug hat and his spectacles. His 
cane he carries under his arm. When first entering the bar-room he 
has each of his children by the hand. 

Fairy lingers by herself to read a book. 

Johnny is to be dressed in a light suit, wearing with it a sailor 
hat. 

Fairy is to be dressed in a blue muslin dress, wearing with it a 
light gray sack with side pockets. 

ACT VIII.— DESCKIPTIONS. 

THE PIC-NIC. 

The trees are close together where there are no pic-nic tables. 
Beyond the tables are lemonade and beer stands. 

The Doctor and his children have one table. At the other table 
young Dutch girls and young men are drinking and eating bolognas 
and fried cakes. The Doctor and children are dressed the same as 
they were in the bar-room before they started for the pic-nic. 

Hans, the waiter, is to wear a long, white apron, and appear jolly. 
ACT IX.— DESCKIPTIONS. 

Mrs. Pfeifer is washing in her wash-room, having her infant in 
one arm, and washing with one hand. Her di-ess looks shabby. 



Johnny and Faiky enter returning from the pic-nic, and the Doc- 
tor's plug hat looks the same as it did when he left the pic-nic. 
Desckiftion of Scene II. 

Mes. Pfeifek, with her infant in her arm, is crossing a stream of 
water. The planks are only ten or twelve inclies wide, and tip from 
one side to the other when Mrs. Pfeifer is crossing, showing that 
she is escaping danger. She suddenly peers between the distant 
rocks, when almost on the other side, then she shouts in a frightened 
tone, "Oh, children, come quick! before our pa comes after us!" 
Then Johnny grasps his mother's hand, and Fairy grasps at her 
mother's dress. When reaching the other side of the stream, their 
clothes are to be dripping wet. 

auntie flagan in act IX. 

Auntie Fla«an's countenance is the same as when seen in the 
milliner shop. Her dress this time is a dark brown calico, made like 
a kitchen dress. Over this is worn a long yellow apron. Around her 
neck is a white handkerchief tied loosely. On her head a light green 
cloth scarf is worn. Her shoes are heavy brogans. 
ACT X. 

The Doctor is still lying on the kitchen floor, where he fell at 
Mrs. Pfeifer's feet. His hat is on the floor and jammed. When 
arousing from his drunken stupor, he is to act as if to say, " Where 
am I?" 

ACT XI. 

Mrs. Ppiefeb with her two daughters in her parlor. The cush- 
ioned furniture is covered with deep cardinal plush. 

Miss Mamie, the young lady who is at the piano, is to be dressed 
in a fashionable house dress, and Mrs. Pfeifer also. 

Fairy is to be dressed in a pink princess dress, wearing with it a 
pale blue sash. 

Little Johnny, when entering the parlor, is to have his school- 
books under his arm. He is to wear a sailor suit and hat. 

Doctor Pfeifer is to wear his spectacles, a long gray duster 
and a straw hat. His cane is to be carried in his hand during the 
whole act. His boots are to be long and narrow. 

Count Marteit is to have curly hair, and his clothes are to be 
fashionable. 

ACT XII.-SCENE 1. 

Mrs. Pfeifer is to be resting on a couch, having her three child- 
ren by her side. The children are to be dressed differently from what 
they were when in the parlor. Mrs. Pfeifer is to wear a loose-fitting 
house dress. '» 

Lawyer Hogal is to have the appearance of a business man. 
Scene II. 

The lawyer's office is to be arranged so that people will know it is 
his office. 

Mrs. Pfeifer and daughters, when entering, are to be dressed in 
street costumes. 

The assistant lawyer is to appear, when entering with the papers, 
as if he had been writing. 



LUCY, 

THE SOLD ORPHAN 



ACT I. 

Characteks— 1. Mks. Lillabridge. 3. Dr. Pfeifer. 

2. Miss Lttcy Rhodes. 4. Rev. Mr. BALii. 
5. The Colored Servant Girl. 

SCENE I. 
Mrs. LiLLAHRiDGEis seen in a sitting-room near a tabic, knitting. 
Enter Lucy. 

Mrs. Lillahridge. [To Lucy.] Have you seen Dr. Pfeifer to- 
day, Lucy? 

Lucy. Oh! no. Auntie. Please do not talk to me about that hor- 
rible man. [Sitting down.] He is such a rough, old and ugly look- 
ing German, I can't bear to look at him. 

Mrs. Lillabridge. Oh, hush! hush. Lucy! [Very calm.] You 
do not know who you are referring to. I bog— you do not consider. 
He is such a rich and learned physician; and then, you know, it is so 
grand to marry into some rich foreign family, where you shall have 
wealth, honor and station in life. And you— little blue-eyed darling— 
with such a good and Christian spirit, will soon subdue all that seems 
rough within that German's heart. 

Lucy. [Out of patience.] Oh, dear Auntie! although I am gen- 
tle, meek and loving, ai.d try to be a Christian, Christians you know, 
Auntie, never could tame lions, and that man is truly a lion. 
Dr. Pfeifer enters.' [Lucy acts frightened.] 

Dr. P. Coot tay, latties; coot tay,latties. [Rubbing his hands.] 
Vat iss der matter mit your toor pell? I shake avay, und shake avay, 
und it makes notting for a noise Make dot somedings oud, I valks 
ride in. I hafe pen looking after my profession. [Mrs. Lilabridge 

arises very unconcerned. 

Mrs. Lill. [To the Dr.] Certainly not, Doctor; walk in. [The 
Doctor approaches Miss Lucy. Mrs. Lill. introduces Lucy.] 
Dr. Pfeifer, my neice, Miss Lucy Rhodes. 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



[Act 1. 



Lucy. [Bowing.] How do you do, Dr. PfeiferV 

Dr. [Looking at the Aunt.] Vat iss it? Vat, vat did you say 
der name vass? 

Aunt. Lucy Ehodes is the name. 

The DocTOE. [To Lucy, veky pleased.] Oh, Lucy! Lucy, dot 
pe a pooty name. Shust tinek vance off dot vash Lucy Pfeifer. 
Vouldn't I feel so heppy? Hay! [The Aunt acts pleased. Lucy 

tries to withdraw from the room. 

Aunt. [Calling Lucy back.] Can't you stay and entertain Dr. 
Pfeifer? 

Lucy. [Coming back.] How can I entertain him? He can't even 
speak the American language. 

Aunt. Be still! Can't you show him your books and music? 

Lucy. Certainly, Auntie, if it be your wish, I shall with pleasure. 
[Lucy hurriedly shows Doctor books from the table, and sits down. 

The Doctor. [Not looking at the books, keeps them in his 
HANDS, merely SAYING:] Dose are pooty books. 

[Lucy starts as if going to another room. 

The Aunt. [To Lucy.] Be still! Can't you sit down, Lucy? The 
Doctor will tell you all about Europe. 

Lucy. [Angrily.] He can't. The old Dutchman don't talk so 
that a living toul can understand what he is saying. 

Aunt. [Very pleasing.] But, my own little dear, do as I bid 
you. You shall be rewarded by getting that beautiful blue silk dress. 

Lucy. Oh, please, my dear Aunt, do not talk about him to me. 
He is so hideous. I don't care for silk dresses. I only wish to be 
good. 

Aunt. [To Lucy.] I am sure yoij would not be good if you dis- 
obey your dead mama's desire to have you obey Auntie in all things. 

Lucy. Oh, Auntie, did mama mean for uie to marry a man I dis- 
like to please you? 

Aunt. Oh, do be quiet. Be excused from my presence and go to 
your room. 

Lucy. [To the Doctor.] Excuse me, sir. [Departs. - 

Aunt. [Calling Lucy.] Wait a moment. I wish to tell you I 
shall talk with Dr. Pfeifer. [Indignantly.] I have business with 
him, and no one else. He is to show me credentials proving to me his 
immense wealth, which I do hope, in. all goodness, some day will be 
yours, [Lucy acts startled] that you may scatter it broadcast over 
the land, which seems to be your highest aim, to make others happy. 

[The Doctor acts pleased. 

Lucy. [Very emphatic] Indeed, I am sure I never can marry 
that man— not even to please you. [The Aunt, with her hand over 
Lucy's mouth, leads her from the room. The Doctor 
acts frightened. 

The Aunt returns. 



Doctor. Oh, Mattam Lillapritge! she vass siioh a pooty gurl, 
leedle Lucy. [Rising.] She's got sooch pooty shkin and red cheeks, 
shust like, you know, a leedle tolls. Tot pooty hair, mit sooch a 
pooty leedle mout, shust like, you know, dose leedle puUfrocks vat 
^ing in der leedle bonds in dervinter dimes. fSoEROWFUx,.] Oh, my! 
it often mate me tream tot I voult like shust like her a vife. 

Aunt. [To Doctok.J Sit down, please. [The Doctor sits down 
and drawing papers from his pocket, reads one of them silently. 

Doctor. Oh, Mattam Liliapritge! Look here vonce, Mattam. 
[Mrs. Lillabeidge looks over his shoulder at the papers.] 
Look! See! [Opening the papers.] Here are dose papers dot make 
me heir to [pause] two hundert und fifty tousanttollars shust[PAUSE] 
vone week from to-day; no, yestertay. [Pause.] Yes, totisstertay. 
[Pointing to the papers.] You see all dose pick plack und red zeals, 
mit dose pick gounselmen's names shtant on tem dare? [Emphatic] 
You see dot iss der vay ve to peeshniss in mine country, hay. You 
see dot ish der vay der laws are. Und no humbug shtuff, like dose 
tings fixed up here in America. Shust tinck vonce! Defranchising 
efery poty vat hafe mit tem to do. It iss awful to tinck vat nations 
der iss. It seems pooty mooch some dimes dot I ket crasy ven I reat 
so much apout tem, mit der humbugs vat make notting oud. 

Aunt. Verj' well, Doctor, you shall have the fair Lucy, if all this 
be true. 

Doctor. [Very excited.] TrueV True? Dot pesli shust so true 
ash I shtant here mit dose papers, und mit my feet before your heat. 
Dot pesh shust so true as der Gospel. 

Aunt. Very well. Call to-morrow at four, and you shall know 
your fate. 

Doctor. Put off she vont marry me? 

Aunt. Consent or not, she must obey me. 

Doctor. [Angrily.] Vat? Vat you say? I don't got vone sent? 
Ven you hafe seen all dose papers in mine hant. Und shust so coot 
ash so mooch golt. Und for a man off my profession, hay? 

Aunt. You did not understand me. I meant she must marry you. 

Doctor. [Stammering.] Ox-coo-coose me. 

Aunt. Certainly. 

Doctor. [Putting on his hat.] Coot tay, Mattam Lillapritge. 
I gall to-morrow, on der dime you setted me, at four. 

[Doctor departs. The Aunt meditates. 

Aunt. I wonder what Lucy can be doing I will steal in her 
room and find out. [Slowly departing.] There is no knowing what 
children may be doing when they are once crossed in love. [Depart. 



SCENE II.— Lucy in a bed-room packing her ("lothes. 
The Aunt enters. 
Aunt. Oh, Lucy! what is this for, I pray? 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



[Act I. 



Lucy. [Wiping the teaks ikom hee eyes.] Oh, Aunty! lam 
going to see my poor grandma once more. 

Aunt. Oh, no, [Dkawing a lettee feom hee pocket] darling! 
Here is a letter from grandma stating you shall not come until after 
she writes again to me. • 

Lucy. No, indeed, grandma does not mean to, nor want me to 
stay away. [Looking at the letter.] And besides, this is not 
grandma's writing. 

Aunt. Where do you think I would get the letter, if it's not from 
grandma? 

Lucy. I am sure I can't tell. I am positiA'e that that is not her 
writing, and I am very much troubled. I cannot stop here. I don't 
get any more letters from Deloss. I know something must be wrong. 
He has always been a prompt correspondent until of late. Did you 
not know that Deloss and I are to be married as soon as I am old 
enough? 

Aunt. [With a sneee.] Oh, law! He is safe off to the war, and 
you will never hear or see him more. 

Lucy. Gone to the war? [Sheinking back.] Oh, cruel Heaven! 

[Lucy kneels as if in prayer. 

Aunt. Oh! such a stupid child. You never seem to care for mon- 
ey, nor for a man who has it. It is just like you. I am disgusted 
with your girlish ideas. The Doctor does love you so much, too. 

LxiCY. Oh! dear me. He is so repulsive and rough in his manner. 
I am sure he can have no conception of a pure and elevating love. 

Aunt. [Departing.] Tut, tut, child! Wait until to-morrow, 
then you will perhaps see matters in a clearer light. 

Lucy. [Peaying.] Oh, my Father in Heaven, if it be possible, 
let this bitter cup pass from my lips. 'But not as my will, but as Thy 
will in Heaven be done. [The Aunt departs. 



SCENE III.— The Aunt is sewing in hee sitting eoom. 

An invisible bell strikes four. Lucy enters. 
LtTCY. Is it four o'clock yet. Auntie? 
Aunt. Yes, the clock struck a moment ago. 

Doctor enters, rubbing his hands. 
Doctor. [Looking around.] Coot tay, latties. Pooty mooch 
four o'clock yet, latties? 

Aunt. How ^o you do. Doctor? I am very glad to see you. 
Doctor. [To Lucy.] How to, Lucy? 
Lucy. Good afternoon. Doctor. 

Aunt. [To Doctor.] Have a chair, please. [The Doctor, with 

excitement, places his hat in a chair and sits on it. 

Lucy taking the hat places it on the table. 

DocTOE. Oh! latties, I pesh so peesy all der tay, dot I know not 

off I ket pooty much trew on time or not mit mine profession. You 

know mine profession keeps me pooty peesy, hay? 



Act I.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



Aunt. [To Lucy.] You see, the Doctor has come to see you. 
Oh, do answer whether you will be his lawful weeded wife or not. Of 
course, you will say yes. No, you cannot s.ay, and you are to be obe- 
dient to all of your friends. Please remember your dead mama's de- 
stre. You are to obey those who have you in their care. 

Lucy. [Tkembling.] I must answer. No. I never can say yes to 
that man. I never can say yes. I don't like him. I have given my 
heart to Deloss, and my word I can never take back, though I die in 
the cause. [Aunt departs. Lucy sits down. 

DOCTOB. [TKIES to put his ABM ABOUND LuCY'S NECK. LUCY 

EESiSTS.] Oh, mine leedle Lucy. Shust dell. Dit your Aunt speak 
sometings apout me of you? Of you vill pe mine fife? 

Lucy. [In a stabtled tone.] No, I can never be a wife to you. 
My heart and hand I have promised to another. 

DocTOB. Coom, shust lofe me vone leedle bit. I lofe you. 

Lucy. You? I do not love you, nor ever can. 

DocTOB. [Motioning with his hands.] Vat lofe? Dot make 
nodding oud. Dot ish pooty mooch der same. Dot make no tiffer- 
ence. I lofe you. Y"ou lofe not me. I marry you. You marry me, 
for I peesh rich, und it make no tifference. 

Lucy. Oh, no! It would indeed be very wrong to say Hove you, 
for you are so detestable. [Th(> Doctoe quickly sits beside a table. 

DoCTOB. Tea table ish ready fen- me? Vot ish tot? Somedings 
pootjM'ood to eat? All righd. Pring him on, for I vash so hungry 
shust now dot I cood eat a raw toek. I hafe seen after mine profes- 
sion. 

Lucy. [Aside.] Tea table. What does he mean? [Departs. 

Aunt meets Lucy at the door. 

Aunt. What is the matter, Lucy? 

Lucy. Oh, Auntie! just think. Dr. Pfeifer would like something 
good to eat. I tell you, that man is insane. I told him he was detes- 
table, when he asked for a tea table and something good to eat. 

Aunt. It is a good thing he did not understand you. You know 
it is the custom in Europe to serve callers with refreshments. Just 
go back and entertain him while I order a lunch. After you are mar- 
ried and have learned the language, how pleasant your life will be, to 
be sure. 

[Aunt departs. Lucy again seats herself to entertain the Doctor. 

Lucy. Auntie will be here in a few minutes. 

DocTOB. Dot's all ride. [Enter Aunt and sits near the Doc- 
tor. A servant enters with some wine and cake.] Oh, mine 
gracious! Yat, vine, too? [The Doctor taking a doughnut, ex- 
amines it closely.— To the Aunt.] My gracious! Mattam Lilla- 
pritge, [Showing her the doughnut.] vat you call dose leedle rount 
dings, all burnt prown py der sun? Are dey dose preat fruits vat ve 
reat apout, vat crow on drees? 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act I. 



Aunt. Why, Doctor, they are doughnuts. 

DocTOE. Vat? Chaw-nuts? Tey look coot. [Doctok, putting 

THE DOUGHNUT IN HIS MOUTH, ENDEAVORS TO GEACK IT AS HE WOULD 

A NUT. It flies OUT IN CEUMBs.] Vel, vcl! I nefer see such fine 
chaw-nuts in mine life, in mine home. Dey crack ride avay so quick . 
[Eating a piece of cake dips it into the wine; then, tuening his 

HEAD, APPEAES EIDICULOUS AT EACH MOUTHFUL.— To LuCY. VEEY 

SUDDENLY.] You pe mine fife to-tay, Lucy? 

Lucy. No, never! I never could be your wife. 

DocTOE. Vat? Y'ou not kife me vone kees? 

Lucy. [With disgust.] No, I have none tor you. Doctor. Yet I 
shall always do right, even if my Aunt compels me to marry you. 
But from that unhappy day forward, the word love shall never pass 
my lips. If it did it would be false. Y"ou can only have my hand. 

DocTOE. [Nodding his head, acts pleased.] Vel, dot ish ride. 
Ve viii now be coupled together by law somedimes. T hafe a ride 
now to claim you ant your keeses. 

Aunt. [To Lucy.] Now, give the Doctor your hand. 

Lucy. [Giving the Doctor hee hand, speaks with indigna- 
tion.] Am I a slave that I should be sold to the highest bidder, and 
my happiness bartered away forever? ■ 

Aunt. Why do you talk in that manner, when you are to have a 
kind husband, and one who possesses the means to gratify every 
desire of your heart? 

Lucy. A husband? Indeed, I never shall have a husband until 
Deloss returns from the war, and then I am to be married.- 

Doctor. Vat? I'^ou not marry me, ven dot is vat I coom for? 

Lucy. If I am to be your wife, it will never be with my consent. 

Aunt. [Impeeatively.] Hush! X.ucy. I have engaged our min- 
ister, and expect him here every moment. 

Lucy. Indeed! Now I understand the purpose of all these prep- 
arations, this evening. I am to be forced to wed this man at once. 

Aunt. Now, don't be foolish, Lucy. You are to be married to a 
wealthy gentleman, and that should give you joy. 

Lucy. [Despaieingly.] Oh! Heavens! Is there no escape for 

me? Must I now bid adieu to all my brigiit visions of happiness with 

the only one I can ever love? Oh! misery! [Retreats in agitation. 

• Aunt. [Going to a dooe.] Your uncle and the minister are here. 

Enter Me. Lillabeidge with the Ministee. Lucy looks startled 

when seeing the Ministee. The Ministee greets Miss Lucy 

and Mrs. Lillabridge. 

Minister. Am I too late? 

Aunt. Just in time. [Mr. Lillabeidge sits down. Mrs. Lilla- 
beidge introduces the Doctoe to the Ministee. 

Lucy. It's a pity that I am no more allowed to answer for myself. 

Ministee. [To Doctoe.] Do you take Miss Lucy to be your 
wedded wife? 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act II. 



Doctor. Yes, sir, und to-tay too. [All in one breath.] Mine 
profession isli a Toctor. I koun keep her foorst rate, too, mit mine 
profession. 



ACT II. 

Characters— 1. Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer. 3. The Dutch Baker. 

2. Doctor Pfeifer. 4 The Dutch Baker's Wife. 

SCENE I.— A SCENE IN a shabby Kitchen. 

Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer is sitting at a table waiting for the Doctor's 
appearance. 
Lucy. I guess I'll call him. [Opening a Door.] Doctor, your 
tea is ready. Come in. 

Doctor enters, and places his hat in a chair. With a growl he seats 

himself at the table, resting his cane on his knees. Lucy pours 

him some tea. 

Lucy. [Giving him the tea.] Our tea is excellent this evening. 

Taste of it. [The Doctor, tasting of the tea, makes a disagreeable 

noise, pressing his lips together. 
Doctor. [Shaking his head with anger.] Dot you call tea? 
Shlops I call dot, und nodding else. [Slams the cup down.] Vere 
iss your rum in it? Oh! you fool you. Y'ou nefer put any rum in tot 
tea. [Lucy acts frightened. 

Lucy. [Very calm.] Why, Doctor, I never use such a thing. It 
makes people drunk. It surely must be a mistake. You cannot 
mean it. 

Doctor. [Angrily.] You know nodding, j'oul You young 
shnips! You fool! You dry to dell me soraetings? [Lucy Pfeifer, 
with fright, moves back her chair. The Doctor, taking ud a 

PIECE OF A BREAD, TURNS IT OVER, THEN LOOKS CLOSELY AT IT IN AN 

ANGRY MANNER.— With A DEMONIACAL SNEER.] Vat? Pieat? Preat 
you call tot? [Sqeezing it in the form of a ball, he shows it to 
Lucy.] Dot shtuff you setted fore a shentlemans like me, und oft" 
mine profession? In der restaurant vere I ate mine tinner yesterday, 
I hat vat I call coot preat. It vas hart and paked so tot ven I ate it, 
it sounded like cracking nuts. Und dis stick in mine troat ven I eat 
him. Shame on yourself! [Throwing it at her.] I shlam it ride 
trough your prains. Dot iss notting put raw toes. 

Enter the Dutch Baker and Wife. 
Lucy. [Wiping her eyes.] Come in. [Doctor runs up to them 

quickly with a piece of bread. 



LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 



[Act II. 



Doctor. [Showing it to the Bakek.] Shust look here. Being 
you're der paker, I show you vat shtuff mine fife setted fore a shen- 
tlemans like me and off mine profession, to eat. You know I pe so 
peezy all tay mit mine profession, und ven I koom home she kifes me 
such shtuff. [Pointing to Lucy.] Dot ting don'd know nodding. 
[To the Bakee.] Did you efer see in our country such shtuff callt 
preat? 

Bakek. [Looking at it.] Dot iss fery fine preat. 

The Bakek's Wife. Tot iss awful nice preat; so nice und raised 
so light. Dot iss finer as my man ken pake. You know, Doctor, 
fresh preat shtick himself so togetter ven she is varm. Yust set her 
out. Let her cool off a leedle vile und you hafe fery fine preat. 

[Lucy weeps. 

Bakee. [Looking at Lucy, says to Doctoe.] You must not 
pesh such a pat mans to tot young fife off yours. She get scart off 
you. She tincks all Dutchmans like us pe pat mens. 

Doctoe. I pesh a Sherman, not a Dutchman, sir. Und I pe Sher- 
man py mine profession. 

Bakee's Wife. [Stroking Lucys haie, says to Doctor.] See 
your poor vife. She pesh so vite. Vere are dose ret cheeks gone V 
[Shaking her head.] You not keep her long. She iss notting for 
you pick rough Dutchmans. [Doctoe acts angey.— Pointing with 
HEE FINGER.] You peesh Dutch, I peesh Dutch, und I ashame on you. 
You dieat dot voman so. [To Lucy.— Doctoe still angey.] I tinck 
its petter you go home und shtay mit your Aunt who put you here to 
dot cross man. [With a weeping voice.] Oh, Godt! Dit you ask 
me vat he got, I toll you pooty quick notting. He got not vone cent 
off money. 

Doctor. Who toll you? 

Bakee's Wife. [Pointing to Doctor.] You see dot flue watch 
chain, und dot fine shert, und dot plack coat, made fon dot flnesten 
shtufT? Dot all pelongs to mine man. He married me in tem, und 
now he marry you, Lucy, in tem. Efferj'^ pody knows he porrowed 
tem from der paker. 

Doctor. Who toll you dot? 

Baker's Wife. Who tell me tot? I tinck I ought to know who 
toll me tot. Vat I done know I'm sure you vont tell me. 

The Baker. [Acting scared.] You moost not dell all you know. 
Some dimes you "Set in droubles. Dot ish always der vay ven I toll 
you somedings. You dell always pefore mine face or pehint mine 
pack. [Harshly.] You pe shust like all der Americans vomans. 
Dey always dell efery ting. 

Baker's Wife. Yell, don't I dell der truth? Ho dit porrow tem 
from you. 

Doctor. You pig liars. Vat for you tell dot to a man for off 
mine profession? 



Act II.] LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. 



Baker's Wife. Veil, kan't Doctors porrow shust as mooch as 
oter mans? 

Doctor. [Menacingly.] Shame on you! I help you. Coming 
fore a man off mine— off mine profession, mit dot. [Leading them 
TO the DOOR.l I help you to come in mine house again. It's petter 
off you mine your peezness und I see to mine profession. I don't 
need you to dell vat you know. [Puts them out and closes the door. 

SCENE II.— Mrs. Pfeifer in a Private Koom with her Infant. 

Mrs. Pfeifer. [Sings.] Oh! land of rest, for thee I sigh. 

When will the moments come? 
When shall I lay my armor by, 
And dwell with thee at home? 
Enter Baker's wife on tip-toe, with a bouquet of flowers. 

Baker's Wife. [Whispers audibly.] Oh! mine graciss. Vere 
iss der Toctor? Iss he mit himself zu house? 

Lucy. No, come in. 

Baker's Wife. Oh! mine Godt. It iss awful zu tink apoud. I 
moost delis you dot ven der Toctor trowed mine man, der baker, oud 
fore der door, und oud off der house. You know mine man, der ba- 
ker, he made himself so seek vile der Toctor shpeaked so base or 
mad off him, und now diss morning he lays in der bed, und I toughtl 
vould run in trough der back door diss morning to dell you some- 
dings apoud dat poor, proud Toctor Pfeifer, because he vears der 
baker's clothes, mit pants, coats und vest, und shert, und hair vatch 
chain, mit golt shpeckles to go I'ound tem. But now I must dell you 
vat iss der matter iss mil mine man. You know I can't shplain Eng- 
lish very coot, but I dell you ven he vas put out off der toor by der 
Toctor, und I dell you it shtirred him all ofer up, und his gall proke, 
und proke him all ofer, und his liver is pad. Oh! Godt, Mrs. Pfeifer, 
I feel so mit you sorry; for shust tink vonce off your nice home vere 
you lived und you left, und den you coom to shtay mit dot cross man. 

Lucy. Oh, yes indeed, he is so cruel, and I try to please him, yet 
he has only unkind words in store for me. Perhaps by kindness, 
which I always show towards him, I may make him a better man. 
At least, I pray that such may be the result. Oh, would you believe 
it? he does not even love this little child. Just think; last night he 
came home intoxicated, and ventured to strike this dear little dar- 
ling, which is only three months old. 

Baker's Wife. Oh, Godt! Und you don't dell me dot. He 
shtrike dot little papy, und vat dit you do? 

Lucy. Indeed, what could I do but walk with the sweet little pet 
in my arms for the rest of the night, and ask my Heavenly Father to 
forgive him and make him a better man? I do so much want him to 
love this little child and act as a father should. 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act II. 



Bakek's \V. Oh, grashus, Mrs. Pfeifer, mine mans ain't ugly off 
me, und off he vass, I shlamb der shticks off vood after him. I don'd 
pray to Godt for him, but den I feel for you awful sorry, und ven I 
knowed dot it maked der Toctor petter, I vould all der dime pray. 

Lucy. Oh, dear woman. So much the more ought you to pray to 
God, thanking Him for giving you such a friend and companion. 
You don't know, or cannot comprehend, with what a rich gift you are 
blessed. 

Bakek's W. I forgot mineself. I moost dell you for vat for I 
coom in shust now to shpeak mit you. I vants to dell you all apoud 
dot vatch chain dot your man vears. Dot wery chain made off hair, 
mit der golt shpeckles arrount it. I vants to dell you dot hair vas 
vonce pelonging to der heat off mine man's motter vat iss deat. Vone 
dime pefore she vent to go deat, you know, she took der shaire und 
cut off her hair, und den she left her hair mit der hair-maker, und he 
maked der chain, und dot vas shoost pefore mine man took der pick 
shiff on der pick vater to coom off America. Dot you undershtand 
she done shoost vile ven she vass lifing yet, und shoost a leedle bit; 
und my, she cried mit her eyes vet, und told der baker you keep dot 
alvays. [PiiEADiNGLY.] Oh, Lucy, Lucy! von't you please get dot 
hair chain from der Toctor und gife it to me? 

Lucy. I would gladly if I only could, but I dare not intercede for 
you. I think, however, that if you talk kindly to him in German, 
which he knows I can't understand, he will return the chain. 

Bakek's W. [Tapping Lucy's shoulder, shows her the bou- 
quet.] Now I vill sing und dance for you like der beople in Hanover 
do dot iss near Holstein, ven dey go in der pick garten, und feel so 
goot like I do now, shust ven I know dot I get mine hair chain back, 
und you dells me sooch goot tings. [Sings.] 
Ein tag da ging ich in der Garten Schon und sahe dieses Blumchen 

weis; 
Und ich fragte isr, ob sie liebte mich, und hats zu meinem Hertz 

gezwungen. 
Da ging ich zu dieses Feichlein hin, und sagte, ei wie Schon, 
Und dan sie biegte ihre Kopf, und schaute in das Gras hinein. 
Und als ich sahe Sie wahr ihm gefahr, da biegte ich ihre Kopf, 
Und dan ich dachte, du bist so hibsch, und brach ab ihre Kopf. 
Tri, rie, ra, Tri, rie, ra, 
Du bist so schon. 
Tri, rie, ra. Trie, rie, ra, rie. 

Note —The song is to be sung in the air of the German waltz, 
"Lauderbach," or in that of "Where, oh, where is my little dog gone?" 
When singing, " tri, rie, ra," and waltzing the German, which should 
be done in good chai'acter, she flies off one of her slippers across the 
stage, then picks it up and waves it over her head, deftly taking off 
the other one, and waltzing without the slippers in a lively mannei-. 



Act II.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



Dis iss der vay to pe heppy. Dance und sing like you see der Dutch 
woman do like me. Urid ven dot pat Doctor off yours coom home, 
take a shtool und knock him oud off der door und house, mit der 
shtool over his head, und den he'll have reshpect for you. Dot iss 
der vay ve Sharman voman make it. 

Lucy. Oh, no. That would indeed be wrong. I never could lay 
hands on him nor strike him with anything. 

Bakek's W. Veil you see he shtiike you, und I pet ven he shtrike 
you von dime you shoost shtrike him pack six dimes, und I pet he 
not shtrike you any more so quick, und ven he shtrike you again und 
iss so pad, you coom und shtay py me und der baker. Ve like you. 
You pe so coot, und ve make it so coot py you. 
Enter Dutch Baker. 
Dutch Baker. Vife, vife. you gife me von terrible shcare. You 
shtay from me so long avay. 

Baker's W. I vent first in der garden. 
Baker. You shtayed so long avay. 

Baker's VV. I vass all right. I yoost danze und sing. I pe awful 
happy. [Pityingly.] Oh, see poor Lucy. She feels so pad, und I 
sing und dan zed for her. [Hurriedly.] Coom, now ve sing und 
danze a Dutchlander valtzer, vat ve sing in Sharmany, apoud der 
King, ven ve get free, und don'd vant any more King, but vant ein 
Bresident, like ve got in America. 

Baker. [Coughs.] I not can sing any. Mine liver iss so pad 
since der Toctor put me oud off der house. [Coughs. 

Baker's W. [Takes the baker by the hands.] It makes nod- 
ding oud. I sing und you shust shtep mit me. 
[Sings.] Boomps folidra, 

Brauchen keine Konig mehr, 
Boomps foil dra. 
Boomps foil dra, 
Brauchen keine Konig mehr, 

Boomps foil dra. 
In dieses Land, wier brauchen keine Konig mehr, 
Boomps foil dra, etc. 
[The air is waltz time. After concluding the song the baker's 
wife looks out of the door saying, hurriedly: 

When she sings the word " Blumchen," in the first verse, she bows to 
Lucy and points out the white flower which she holds in the other 
hand. When she sings the words, "Hertz gezwungen," she presses 
the bouquet to her heart and pauses before reversing and singing the 
second verse. When singing the second verse, the word " Feichlein" 
refers to a violet in the bouquet, which she also points out to Lucy 
with a bow, and then proceeds with dancing and singing. At the end 
of the chorus she gives the bouquet to Lucy, which is graciously ac- 
cepted. 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



[Act II. 



Der Toctor iss cooming zu home. I moost go to my house so dot he 
not see me. Dot pad Toctor. [Departs. 

Enter Doctor Pfeifer. 

DocTOE, [To LucY.J Vat are you doing here mit der baker? 
You young shnips! You make love to otter mens, undsing und dance 
mit dem ven I'm not to home? 

Lucy. [Sighs.] Oh, dear, what next? 

Baker. [Excited.] Be not so mad, Toctor. I never danzed 
vonce in all mine life. Ven I vas living I never danzed mit your vife. 
You tink sooch a vooman as she danze, ven she coon dell all apoud 
Heaven und der angels? Look at her. You tink she look like danz- 
ing? 

Doctor. [To Lucy.] Didn't I hear you shtep, und don'd you 
dare to tell me no? 

Lucy. Oh, no. Doctor, you are wrong. It was the baker and his 
wife that you heard dancing. I aspire to something different. I have 
done nothing wrong or out of place. Have I not often told you that 
people who are not true to themselves are never true to others? And 
those who ai-e untrue to themselves are surely never true to their 
God. 

Doctor. Vat? Vat you say? You say und toll me again dot I 
vear anoter man's clothes? 

Lucy. You don't understand me. 

Doctor. Shtop your noise! I show you pooty quick off I under- 
shtant you or not, und don'd you dare to shpeak to me anoter vord 
until I dell you to. 

Lucy. I am always trying to do right, yet never please. Oh! I 
am indeed a wronged orphan. 

Doctor. [To Baker.] Didn't I toll you dot diijie ven I putted 
you und your vife oud off der door dot you should shtay dare, out- 
side off der doox", und never coomt in mine house vonce more? 

Baker. Yes, you toll me dot, but I tought I come vonce more, 
und ask you like a man to gife me up my deat motter's hair mit in der 
watch chain. Coat, pants und otter tings you pe velcome to, und I 
shpeck nodding more off dot. Now give me up dot deat motter's off 
mine hair chain. 

Doctor. [Takes off the chain and throws it at the baker.] 
Shtep mit yourself out der toor, und I pe a man vat coom fon Hano- 
ver, vere I learned to be a Toctor, und you not insult after diss tay a 
man like me in mine profession any more. 

Baker. [Going to the door with the chain.] Oh, Lucy, I 
moost shoost say vone vord before I leave, und dot iss, der Toctor 
hat in Sharmany a girl one, two, three, four years, und den you see 
he did not show his big humbug papers off his to her, mit dose big 
gounselmans' names on dem, und der big zeals fon wax mit red und 
black colors. Done you know, dey all know him over dare? I dells 
you somedimes vat dose bapers are. Dose pe bapers vat he shtole 



Act III.] LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. 21 

from hiss uncle. Hiss uncle iss a bick officer, unci vears dose bick 
tings on his shoulders. Hiss uncle pe py der Kin^ an officer in Shar- 
many. He shtole dem from his uncle Heinrich, und den coom ofE 
America, und made you und your aunt pelieve dot dey pe so coot as 
so much golt. Good for notting dey pe. Humbug shtuff dey pe in 
America. 

DocTOK. [Striking the fijOor with his cane.] You good for 
notting, you coom in mine house und shpeak love to mine vife. 

Baker. Good py, Lucy! I dell you more somedimes. 

Lucy. Never mind; I know it all. [The baker departs. 

Doctor. Vill you co oud to der coal pits und tend to dem, or I kill 
you. Und vill you rake up der leaves und coal. You lazy ting you. You 
ken too dot. Off you don'd hafe dot tone py der dime I kets home I 
kill you. You undershtand dot? Und you pring in der vood for der 
stofes, und dervater. Dot iss your blase. You tinck a man off mine 
profession does such vork? Your der voman, und it's your blase. I 
don'd vant to soil mine hants for a man off mine profession. You 
shnuffer you! Shtanding rount here, shnuffing unt crying all tay. 

Lucy. [Weeping.] Oh, Doctoi", please do not feel so hard to- 
wards me. Please remember, I am only a young girl, and unused to 
labor. Do not be angry, please. I shall do all that I can. I'll go to 
the coal pits. 

Doctor. Shut your mout! Co to dot Irish Jim, our hired man. 
He dells you pooty quick vat to do, und ven your work iss tone I talk 
please mit you den. Hoory up pefore der storm commences. 

[Doctor and Lucy depart. 



ACT in. 

SCENE I.— Among the Coal Pits. 

Characters— 1. Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer 2. Irish Jim. 
and Infant. 
Enter Irish Jim— rakes coal. Enter Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer with her 
infant on her back and a Bible in her hand. Jim stops rak- 
ing. The winds howl. 
Mrs. Pfeifer. Please tell me what to do. Doctor Pfeifer sent 
me to ask you about tending these coal pits. 

Jim. Oh! En yer dear crathur. En vhat are yer afther doin' in 
this ere place?. [The winds howl.J En in this fearful storm thet's 
raging? [Looking at her dress.] With yer clothes froze clear 
above yer knees, sure? En faith, an' ye will die with that ere young 
un on yer back. [Lucy weeps.]' Yez will nivir git back to yer house 
agin alive. [Jim leaning on the rake meditates.] En it's you 
thet's sick en will be froze ter death here. 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act III. 



[The thunder rolls and the winds rage. Jim pulls down his 
ear-laps. Lucy spreads out a shawl on the snow- 
bank and sits down. 

Lucy. I would gladly die were it only possible. Life is only a 
burden to me. 

Jim. En did the Docthor sind yez down here, thinkin' thet yer 
could do the haulin' uv this ere black coal with thet ere child upon 
yer back, wich is only three months old, .iist? [Storm continues.] 
Do yez know yer ought ter be in bid, and not here in sich a storm? 

Lucy. Oh! Jim, I can't help it! I am only a sold orphan. My 
earthly happiness was sacrificed by my unnatural aunt, and now all 
that remains for me to do is to bear my burden of wrong with Chris- 
tian resignation. [Opens HER Bible.] Do you ever read the Bible? 
You believe there is a Christ who sees all we do, both the good and 
the evil, do you not? I know this Bible is my only guide through life. 

Jim. [Nodding his head.] En faith, an' I belieA'e it all. I ken 
not read the Bible meself, but I believe it all. I niver heard any uv 
the likes uv it though, but then I believe it onyhow. 

Lucy. Well, Jim, I shall read a few verses, and then go to work. 
[She reads from Matt, ii., 28, 29. 

Jim. Amen! 

Lucy. You see, Jim, where it is written, " Come unto me, all that 
labor and are heavy laden, and I will give thee rest," it means if we 
believe in Him and are troubled, and we go to Him in prayer. He will 
comfort us and give us rest. 

Jim. [Claps his hands and drops the rake.] Ah, ah! En faith, 
me dear lady, en its rest thet I've bin afther this long time. En if I'll 
git it jist for the askin' uv it, you bet, en I'll be afther askin' Him. 
En it's the divil the bit uv coals thet I'll be rakin' any moi'e. Ah! en 
I'll be askin' Him right away. 

Lucy. Why, Jim, you did not understand me. That isn't the 
way. If you worked no more, what would you have to eat? 

Jim. Ha, ha! I don't want anVthing to ate, it's rest thet I'm af- 
ther. [Taking Lucy by the arm.] En, me dear crathur, arise from 
yer sittin'. May the Lard kape yez from harrum an' protect ye. En 
may yer life be as aisy as it has bin hard before. En the Lard be me 
jedge, ye shall not.work a minnit here to-day. It's very tadjeus, an' 
I ken not do very much meself, but by workin' the half uv an hour I 
kin do more thexi a weak woman in the half uv a day. [Leading her 
BY the arm.] Come on, an' I'll be afther seein' yer safe to yer home. 
En then, afther seein' yer safe to yer home, I'll be afther askin' Jaisus 
to be givin' yer a rest an' meself too. Opon me word, ye shall not 
work to-day. [Both depart. 



AOT IV.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



ACT IV. 

Chakactebs.— 1 Dr. Pfeifer. 3. Irish Jim. 

2. Five Patients. 4. Lucy and Infant. 

SCENE I.— The Doctor in His Office Beading. 

Enter Felix, with a handkerchief around his face; Mike, with a 
disabled foot, (appears ridiculous;) Crawford, with a sore 
throat; A Peasant, holding his side and coughing; A gen- 
teel looking gentleman, with a bandaged arm. 

[The Doctor, seeing his patients all enter at once, looks bewil- 
dered. After talking in a low tone with each one, he gives 
him a chair, and then begins to take the bandage off the pa- 
tient's arm. A cry is heard from each patient, " 'Tend to me 
first." "Doctor, I can't wait." "Mine hurts the most." 
"Pull my tooth." The Doctor puts some medicine in the 
tooth. " Have you time to give me medicine?" is heard from 
the man who coughs. 

Doctor. Now, shentlemens, as you all coomt in mine office on 
der same time, I can't vait on you all. Dis iss mine profession, und I 
see to you ven I get rount to you. [Taking the bandage off.J 
Dis man has to open his store und see to his profession, so I 'tend to 
him first. 

Mike. [Shouts.] Oh! I wish e'd eh got on me collar end Sunday 
clothes, then maybe ye'd a seen to me first. 

Felix. [Has the toothache.] Doctor, I consider I'm yust as 
coot und know yust as mooch as dot man mit der vine clothes. 

Doctor. You're mistaken. I don't tink nodding off dot kint. 
It is his profession. Und he vants to see to his profession, und in 
yours you don't be in such a hoory. 

Enter Lucy with her infant on her back, and wet clothes, return- 
ing from the coal pits. Doctor acts frightened, and pre- 
tends that she is a beggar woman. 

Doctor, Shame on you! You olt becker, mit your young vone 
on your pack. Vat you mean— coming in a Doctor's office, mit your 
clothes all frose ice und vet, und fore a shentleman off mine profes- 
sion? Go from mine office! Be off mit you. [Pushing her out of 
THE DOOR.] Shtay dare and ket dry. [To patients.] Der darnet 
beckers always podder mine office so. [Doctor resumes dressing 

the arm. 
A Patient. Doctor, where is your young wife? 

Doctor. She iss kone to fisit some frients. 
Enter Irish Jim. 

Doctor. [Frightened,] Vat you vant? I tought you vas mit 
mine vife tenting der coal pits. Mine your peesness. Co cud. 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



Jim. In Hivin's name! You're the Doctor. It is I thet brought 
yer wife end child through the starm. I nivir will ask yez a cint for 
doin' the rakin' uv thet air coal an' leaves. An' don't yer iver send 
yer wife an' child out there agin . 

DocTOK. [Intekkupting.] It vas a becker. Shut up! She ain't 
mine vife. You tinck a man in mine profession like me sent minevife 
in der coal pits? 

Jim. En didn't I hear yer tell when I woos by the door listenin' 
thet she'd gone to see her friends? 

Doctor. [With Guilt.] Shut up. Moost you dell all you know 
pefore volks? 

Jim. For all yez the Docthor. I'll tell yez agin, that poor crathur 
kin nivir shtand the slave wark thet yer a giviu' her to do. 

[The Doctor flings a bottle at Jim. 

Doctor. Vat you mean? Don'd you know netting? Comin' on 

pefore mine batients und insulting mine profession. Comin' mit 

such shtuff, und delling pefore mine patients. Co to der hot blace, 

you Irishman you! You fool mit such talk. Co in der hot blace! 

Jim. En, Doctor, en whet are yer mad for? 

Doctor. [Shaking his fist.] I show you pooty quick vat for. 
You insult me und mine profession? I- dell you git oud off mine of- 
fice! "[Jim leaving, looks back at every step. The Doctor with a 
trembling hand pours something from a bottle on the broken 
arm. With his greatest efforts he tries to not pour it on the 
floor, but all in vain; his hands are both too unsteady. 
A Patient. Doctor, sit down; then your arm won't ti-emble. 
Doctor. Oh, dot darned old becker voman, mit dot young vone 
on her pack, upsetted me completely. I can't do nodding any more. 
Dey alvays drouble mine office so.' Der eferlasting beckers. You 
vait once. I see Lucy Pfeifer to-niglit. 

[The Doctor trying to sit on a chair, sits with excitement on the 
floor. Upon rising to pour medicine on the arm he drops the 
bottle. 



SCENE II.— Doctor Pfeifer's Office. 

Characters— 1. Dr. Pfeifer. 2. Charles Eowell. 

,-» 3. Lucy Pfeifer. 

The Doctor is discovered compounding medicine. Enter 
Charles Rowell. 

Doctor. [Rising quickly.] Vatyouvant? Vat can I do for you 
to-tay? 

Charles. Are you Doctor Pfeifer? 

Doctor. [Rubbing his hands.] Yes, I'm Doctor Pfeifer. Who 
dit you shpose I vas? Vat coon I do for you? Vatyouvant? 



Act IV.] LUCY, THE SOLD OUPHAN. 



Charles. I am Charles Rowell. Your wife and my mother are 
old friends. 

Doctor. Vat? Your f otter iss an old frient off mine vife? 

Charles. Oh, no. My father died long years ago. It is my 
mother who is well acquainted with your wife. 

Doctor. Vat dit your raotter vant off mine vife? 

Charles. Nothing, only my mother would like to renew her ac- 
quaintance. 

Doctor. No, sir. My vife iss peesy. You can't see mine vife. 
She hass got a blenty off otter peezness mittout talking mit strang- 
ers. 

Charles. Beg pardon. Doctor. You misunderstand me. 

Doctor. Vat? Vat for you vant a partner? You vant tu go in 
partnership mit mine vife? 

Charles. You don't understand me yet. I have called to see if 
you wish to have a student to study medicine with you. I would like 
to be a doctor some day. 

Doctor. Oh! it's mine profession dot you vant to learn. Now I 
undershtand you. You knows somedings apoud medicine? 

Charles. Yes, sir. I have been six months steady in a drug 
store. I thought I could learn from you when I heard that you had 
studied in the old country, and that you are a master of the German 
language. 

Doctor. Mashter off mine profession? Youshoostbet. Imash- 
ter him every time, und I don't vant anypody to do it for me eeter. 

Charles. Yes, I understand you are kept very busy. 

Doctor. Yes, sir. If you vas here in mine office yesterday, und 
you hat seen all mine patients vas here, you vouldn'tvonder. I knew 
not vich von to look to last otter first. 

Charles. Do you think you would like to have any one assist 
you in your office, and read with you? 

Doctor. Reat mit me? Done you tink I coon reat mine books 
alone mittout your help? I tinks you done know pooty mooch apoud 
der Sharmans. 

Charles. I presume I don't. This is my first experience with a 
German. My mother is an American. 

Doctor. Vat? Iss your motteran Afrairican voman? [Laughs.] 
Veil, veil, I done vonder any dot you haf e to look to der Sharmans for 
to get 'sperience. Yoost vait vonce. I hafe got an Afrairican vife, 
und eferv time dot I got anyting mit her to say she completely upset- 
ted me. Der Afrairicans nefer undershtand tings right, und dey nefer 
dell tings as dey ought to be tole. Done you tink dot der Afrair- 
ican vomans are funny? Dare iss mine vife, she tole me von tay dot 
a man shoot a bear, und der next day she tole me dot der man kilt der 
bear. Dey nefer tole tings as dey ought to be tole, so dat you under- 
shtand dem right avay quick. Anoter dime, take it for instance ven 
you read der newspaper in America, dey hafe it von tay dat Mishter 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act IV. 



So-und-so iss tead, und der next tay, ven you look on der newspaper, 
day say he iss a nice man. So, vat you shall tink? 

Charles. In that case I don't know. 

DocTOB. I tink it iss a first class hoombug. I tink it's better dey 
should not be toleing vat dey done know. 

Charles. I think so myself, but what is your decision? Do you 
want me to be your student? 

Doctor. [Giving him a chair.] Sit down on der chair und I 
shpeak mit you after a vile. [Departs to get cigars— returns and 
PROFFERS them.] Hafe a shmoke mit me. Dose be fine Havaners. 

Charles. Thank you, Doctor, I never indulge. 

Doctor. Oh, yes, sir, yes. Shmoking iss allowed in mine office. 
You may pe intulged. You see I shtick some fire on mine, und you 
see I shmoke right avay. 

Charles. You misunderstand me. I never smoke or use tobac- 
co in any form. 

Doctor. Vat? You say dose cigars be der common forms? I 
gife you to undershtand dose are der pest Havaners cigars, und efery 
von costed me ten cents, und done you know dose are not de com- 
mon forms, und efery cigar grows alike. 

Charles. Thank you. I don't use tobacco in any foi-m. 

Doctor. Take von, I tole you. Dey done grow on mine farm. 
Dey grow down in Havaner, shoost like you see dem, und efery von 
costed me five cents on a hundert to get dem up here. Dey grow in 
Havaner, und dot's vere dey deprived deir name. Der transmittance 
costed me five cents on der hundert. 

Charles. Excuse me. It makes me sick to ^moke. 

Doctor. Veil, veil. Y'^ou done shmoke, und den you Tant to learn 
mine profession? How you tink you efer learn to pe a Toctor py 
profession ven you done nefer learn to shmoke? Dot iss der vay to 
learn to pe a shentleman. Take your cigar und chewing tobacco, und 
leaf der Americans' temperance alone, und go oud among shentle- 
men. 

Charles. I never care to be one. 

Doctor. Veil, coom ofer der shtreet, und ve go to see Mishter 
Moshneritz' saloon, und off you done shmoke, und vant to shtop mit 
me, coom hafe a glass beer. 

Charles. Oh, no. Oh, no, indeed. I never drink beer or any 
other spirits. 

Doctor. Vat? You done vant to take a glass beer, und den vant 
to shtop mit me und mine office? 

Charles. You will have to excuse me from such things. It 
would grieve my mother too much. I think I am capable of learning 
all that your books in the library contain without drinking or smok- 
ing. 

Doctor. Veil, veil. You sit still dare until I coom pack. I feel 



Act IV.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



so pad in mine heat, so dot I feel shoost like I could drink a glass 

beer. [Departs. 

Enter Lucy. 

Lucy. Oh! Charlie Rowell, how do you do? How is your moth- 
er? AVheu I was in the library, a tew moments ago, I thought I recog- 
nized your voice, but was not certain. 

Charles. . My mother is very well, and sends you her love. I 
called to see your husband about studying medicine with him. 

Lucy. Indeed. Did you make an engagement with the Doctor? 

Charles. No, not yet. He doesn't seem to understand English 
very well, and is quite excitable. He has just gone out to get a glass 
of beer. 

Lucy. Well, Charlie, I am very to sorry to say it, but I think you 
and Doctor Pfeifer could never agree together. He is so very pecu- 
liar in his ways, and so persistent in carrying out his own ideas that 
you would find your association with him very trying indeed. 

Charles. Still, if I fail to effect an arrangement with the Doc- 
tor, it will be a disappointment to my mother, as she thought it would 
be pleasant for me to spend my time here, on account of your friend- 
ship for her. 

Lucy. It would be very pleasant indeed; that is, if you could 
agree with the Doctor. I feel certain that you could not. He under- 
stands but little of English, and worse still, he will allow no one to 
explain it to him. It is so very embarrassing to have him misunder- 
stand you. 

Charles. The Doctor always seems to be very busy. 

Lucy. Yes He is nearly all of the time absent from home, but 
I seldom know where he is. 

Charles. Is that possible? You— his wife— in ignorance of his 
whereabouts when absent from home? 

Lucy. He deems me too young to be informed respecting his 
movements, and if I venture to question him concerning them, it is 
certain to call forth a rebuff from him. 

Charles. Indeed. It must be exceedingly unpleasant for you. 

Lucy. Yes. I hardly know how to appear when in his presence. 
I often wonder, Charlie, if my dear mother, when dying, knew that 
my life would be so hard a struggle. I well remember that she placed 
her hand upon my head and bade me always do right. 

Charles. I don't think she knew anything about it. It was all 
the work of your unnatui'al aunt. 

Enter Doctor. 

Doctor. [Angry.] Halloo, Lucy! Vat you do, shtanding rount 
here unt talkit mit strangers? 

Lucy. No, no, Doctor, he is no stranger. I have known him since 
he was a little boy. His mother and I are the best of friends. 

Doctor. Dot iss a pooty shtory to dell me. Ven I valk shoost 



LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 



[Act IV. 



now in der house, und eatched you shtandingund talking low mit him 
dare. I tought I tole you so often to not valk in mine office mitout 
mine permission from me. Done I hear you dell him shoost now dot 
you go und lif mit him und his motter? Und you not shtay by me? 
You young shnips. Iss dot der vay you talk on shtrangers ven you 
tink I done look on you? 

Lucy. I haven't said anything out of place. 

Doctor. [Taking hold of Lucy's akm.] Vill you tole me quick 
vat you tole dot shtrange young man? 

Lucy. Yes. I was talking about my dead mother, and about his 
studying with you. 

Doctor. [Bowing.] Yes, yes. Dot iss all very fine for you to 
talk. [Pointing at the door.] Vill you valk mit yourself oud mine 
office? Done you be toleing nodding any more. 

Lucy. Mrs. Fairwood wants you to call and see her sick child. 

[Departs. 

Doctor. [Shouts.] It's you I vant to see apoud, und not otter 
folks' sick shilds. 

Charles. Have you decided what answer I shall give my mother? 

Doctor. Vat you tink I got to do mit vat you tole your motter? 
I shpose off she iss a frient off mine vife, she sing to you all tay long 
apoud der templeranclers und der cold vaters all der dime. I see by 
your not shmoking a fineHavaner cigar, vat grows in Havaner shoost 
as you see dem, your motter iss all der dime preaching der templer- 
anclers to you, shoost like mine vife. 

Charles. Yes, my mother is strictly a temperance woman. 

Doctor. Vat you tink I do mit you in mine office, ven you von't 
make yourself a shentleman among shentlemen? You vant to do, 
young man, as a shentleman ought to do. Dot is, you take your Ha- 
vaner cigar und your brandy-vine und your glass beer. How you 
expect to got your lifing ven you von't do as shentlemen ought to? 
For exsample: Ven a man asks you, "You hafe a cigar?" und you 
say, " I shmoke not;" ven dey ask you, " You take a glass beer?" you 
say, " I trink notting;" you make a fine shtudent, done you, for a 
man to be in mine profession? Done I tole you dot iss so comish, ven 
a young voman, man, shild or boy, speaks frients mit mine vife, dey 
all belief e in der cold vaters, und der sing-song ehoress off der tem- 
perance. I tink it's petter, young man, off you go a leedle longer off 
school, until you -learn to shpell und undershtand ven folks shpeak 
shtreight mit you; und you petter learn to trink your beer like a 
shentleman, und shmoke a fine Havaner cigar, den you can coom diss 
vay vonce more. After you hafe forgot und you not tink any more 
off your temperance, you might coom und I shpeak shtudent mit 
you den. 

Charles [Wipes perspiration from his face.] How long. 
Doctor, do you think it will take me to accomplish all this? 

Doctor. I tink off you pe pooty shmart, in apoud fife years you 



Act IY.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 29 



leai'ii it all. Und vat you tink you do in mine office off you didn't 
know how to shpell goot? I hafe sooch great bjck Latin pooks, mit 
great pick Sharman letters. It iss more as you coult do to get troo 
der toor mit von und lift him. Some of mine pooks are a half off an 
inch tick, und how you shpect you get tem fixed in your heat? Dose 
Toctor pooks dells us mit blain talk all apoud der shtructure off der 
human system off der human frame. Dot means der excel-letton. 
You know vat der excel-letton iss, done you? Dot iss vat iss left af- 
ter you insect dem, und vat iss left after you poot der poddies avay 
und bickle dem, und nodding shtays goot poot der pones, vat off 
Sharman iss called "kenochen." You hafe to be pe pooty shmart, 
young man, in order to get so far as to go off an academy, vich off 
English means a school. I hafe peen all trough der school, und vass 
called a pooty shmart poy pecause I hat to go pack der second dime, 
und didn't pass exsamination ven der otters did. I had to pegin ofer 
again pefore I got mine bapers. Dot vass pecause I vass so faraheat 
olT der otters. You couldn't tole py mine lankguage mit beoples dot 
I efer hafe peen off school and ti'ough a academy to learn mine pro- 
fession? I tinks I am a very ordinary shentleman, und don'd prag 
apoud mineself to beoples, und I valk mit mineself pooty shtrate. 

Charles. I think you are very extra- ordinary. [Takes a lettee 
FROM HIS POCKET.] I would like to give this letter to Mrs. Pfeifer. 
It is from my mother. 

DocTOE. [Excitedly beushes his haie.J Hem! hem! Mine 
Godt! Minegrashus! Gife me dot letter. I gife it to her mineself. 
It's from your fotter, iss it? [Chaeles places the letter back in his 

pocket. 

DocTOE. [Takes him Bx the aem.] Young man, young man, vill 
you dell me pooty quick how long dot you talked mit mine vife und 
vile I vas gone? Gife me dot letter. 

Chaeles. I shall give it back to my mother, and tell her that she 
had better see Mrs. Pfeifer personally, as you and I don't seem to un- 
derstand each other. 

DocTOE. Vot for hass your fotter got to coom? Done I tole you 
dot I pet you he nefer vill shpeak mit mine Lucy? I preak mit mine 
cane hiss heat. You pet, after diss mine vife nefer vill coom in mine 
office so quick again. [Opeks the dooe.J You valk oud. You shtep 
mit yourself oud. [Chaeles eemains standing.] You dell your fot- 
ter I tink it's petter dot he nefer cooms near mine office. He vill nefer 
coom to shpeak mit mine Lucy Pfeifer, or I get mine involver und 
shoot him tead. 

Chaeles. You are so forgetful. How can my poor father come 
when he died a long time ago? You get mad about nothing, I see. I 
am sorry if I have occasioned your wife to have unkindness shown 
her. She does not deserve it, Doctor. 

DocTOE. [Pointing to the dooe.] Make mit yourself oud. I 
help you. Telling me dot you make off me persefes. I shpose dot 



to-day you Afrairican tole dot you shoot a bear trough der ear, und 
to-morrow you tole dot you killed him. I tole you vonce so often dot 
ven I hafe anotter shtudent dot I get a Sharman poy vot hass hiss 
prains togetter. [Depart Chables, forgetting his hat, which the 

Doctor throws at him out of the door. 
Chakles. [Shouts outside.] I guess I'll never call again. Doc- 
tor. When the five years are up I'll remember my experience with 
you. 



ACT V. 
SCENE I.— A M11.LINEK Shop. 

Chaeacteks— 1. Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer. 3. The Little Child. 
2. Two Shop Girls. i. Dr. Pfeifer. 

5. Auntie Flagan. 

Enter Lucy and Millie. 

Lucy. What did that lady want yesterday? 

Millie. [Sewing on a hat.] She wanted blue ribbons and a 
spray of forget-me-nots. She left the face trimming for you to de- 
cide. 

Enter a shop girl with the little child, and Dr. Pfeifer carrying 
two cucumbers. 

Doctor. [Shouting.] Halloo dare! See, I cot two coocumbers. 
I vant mine tinner. 

Mrs. Pfeifer. [Trimming hurriedly.] Why, Doctor, it is only 
ten o'clock. 

Doctor. It makes no tifferance. You tinck a shentleman like 
me und off mine profession must shlave und shtarfe six dimes a tay? 
[Angrily.] Pring me on der winiger. I vant to fix dose coocumbers 
for mine self. 

Lucy. Please take the baby from Mary, papa, then I shall send 
her over to the store to get some vinegar. 

Doctor. Vat you! Vat in hell! [Flings the cucumbers at 
her.] Vat, no winiger in dis house? I help you mit yo^r please. 
Vat kint off a housekeeper you pe? [Child cries with fright.] 
Shtop dot young vone's mout, or I knock her tead. 

Lucy. [Taking the child.] Please, papa, don't frighten baby. 
I am going to get the vinegar myself . Come, Mamie, go by-by with 
mama. 

Doctor. Yes, I py-py paby you. Dot is alvays der vey in dis 
house, ven I vant somedings to eat. La, la, ish der vay efery ting 
goes in dis house, und for a man off mine profession. 



Act v.] LUCY. THE SOLD OEPHAN. 



[The Doctor enraged flings the bonnets one afte-r another from 
the racks, then stamps on them. He then pounds the table 
with his flst. 
Doctor, I help you mit la, la, und bonnets. 
[The girls run screaming from the shop. The Doctor chases 
his wife and child to the door, and then strikes at her with 
an open knife, and she falls screaming in the doorway. 
Doctor. [Kicking her.] You common street ting you I I kill 
you mit dot cross childs! I send you poth to der tefil! 
Lucy. [Screaming.] Oh, my neck! 

Enter Auntie Flagan, stepping over Lucy. 

Auntie Flagan. [With clasped hands.] Ah! en the Lard Al- 
mighty. En is she did? Th' dair crathur. [Bending Lucy's head.] 
En faith, en she's did, Docthor. [She seats the child in a chair. 

Auntie F. Quick, Docthor! Liff her up with me en take her to 
the bid. [They take her to a bed.— Shaking Lucy's neck.] En 
faith, Docthor, you finished her this time. En it's her thet's did. 
[Crying.] Oh, the dair crathur. 

Doctor. You pesh right, Mrs. Flasran. She is a crasy screecher. 
She screeches shust to see how many more she can set crasy, shust 
like herself. 

Auntie F. Oh, but her neck is broke. 

Doctor. [Examining Lucy's head.] Her heat lasts yet, und 
pesh coot for dis many years yet. She shust proke her neck, dot's 
all. 

Auntie F. En sure, Docthor, I think thet's enough. 

Doctor. Quick, pring me a powl. I quick pring her oud off her 

crasy fits und screeching. I pleet her arm. Dot ve to mit all crasy 

folks. [Mrs. F. brings the Doctor a bowl. He bleeds his wife's arm. 

Two angels robed in white appear among clouds, and with 

outstretched wings flutter over Lucy'. 

Lucy. [With a faint voice.] Do you hear [Kises] the angels 
sing? Will the angels come to me. How nice the angels' harp plays. 
[Sinking low in her bed.] How sweet the sounds are. 

[The Doctor drops the bowl at hearing this. 

Aunty F. En sure. Doctor, th' good angels hiv got her this time. 
Sure, en she's as white as the angels above her. [Angels disappear. 

Lucy. [Leaning on the pillow, raising her head.] Oh, Auntie, 
why did you bring me back? Didn't you hear the angels sing? 

[Closing her eyes and resting her head faintly on the pillow. 

Doctor. [Shaking his wife's arm and peering in her face.] 
Vake up here, Lucy. [Holding the baby over her.] Your papy is 
crying und vants you, Lucy. Lucy! Lucy Pfeifer! Vake up dare! 

[A white dove flies in. 

Auntie Flagan. En sure! en thet's a good sign. The angels and 
doves claim her. En didn't I always tell yer, Doctor, thet she woos 
always too good for this ere world? [The dove flies away. 



LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act V. 



Lucy. Oh, Doctor! If you wish to kill me, you can do so; but 
first send our little child to Mrs. Woods, and she will know what to 
do. Do that in Heaven's name. It is all I ask. 

DocTOE. TAngry.— To Auntie F.] Shust hear her vonce, how 
crasy she talks. You tinck I kill mine vife, hay? 

Auntie F. Ye must take good care uv her, or she'll die. She's 
sich a frail crathur. [A black hawk flies in and picks at the Doctok. 
Auntie F., frightened, takes the child from 
the DocTOE, who almost lets it fall. 
Doctok. Oh, Godt! Oh, Godt! Mrs. Flagan, I tidn't tinck mine 
vife pe so pad. I shust tought I shtir her up a leedle, shust to make 
her vork petter. [The hawk, picking at the Doctor's face, makes 
him fall fainting to the floor. Doctor rises and 
knocks the hawk's head off against the wall, ex- 
claiming: "Dare, you plack rascal! You not 
shcare anoter man off mine profession like dot!" 



SCENE II.— The Millinek Shop. Lucy and Shop Girls are 

Discovered Trimming Bonnets. 

Enter Mrs. Lillabridge. 

Lucy. What can I do for you? Would you like ,to see some 
hats? 

Mrs. Lillabridge. [Removes her veil.] Don't you know me? 

Lucy. Oh! it's you— Auntie Lillabridge. 

Aunt. Oh! my dear darling Lucy, you are so changed. I never 
should have recognized you as being my little blue-eyed darling of 
long ago. 

Lucy. Oh, do not repeat darling to me again. It calls to memory 
my happy childhood days. I am nobody's darling now. There is no 
one to love me but God. I am alone with Him. He takes me gently 
by the hand and leads me through all the dark and rough ways of my 
life. 

Aunt. [Embraces Lucy.] Where is your husband? 

Lucy. Husband? I have no husband. I am a lonely orphan, 
forced to battle with life unaided, and full of sorrow. My property 
has been squandered by the drunken, worthless object to whom you 
sold me. He neither fears God nor respects man. Did I not tell you 
once. Auntie, tha?I was no tamer of lions? He curses me for every 
good act that I perform, accuses me of wrong where none is done, 
and ill-treats me on every occasion. My burden is indeed heavier 
than I can bear, and I am often unable to care for my dear children. 

Aunt. [With surprise.] You have children? 

Lucy. Yes, I have two little light-haired children. 

Aunt. And doesn't Doctor Pfeiffer care for or support his child- 



Act v.] 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



Lucy. No, indeed. He cares for no one but the saloon keeper. 

Aunt. My poor Lucy. Will you now return home with me? I 
have come for the purpose of having you part from Doctor Pfeifer, 
with whom you can leave the children. Then you shall be my pet 
Lucy once more. 

Lucy. Oh! Auntie, do you think that the offer of a palace home 
would for one moment tempt me to desert my dear little children, 
and leave them in the care of their inhuman father? No. Where I 
go, my children must follow. Nothing but death shall ever separate 
me from them, until they are old enough to care for themselves. All 
of this torture and sorrow you alone brought upon me. Yet I shall 
not reproach you for it. I shall as freely forgive you as I hope to be 
forgiven; but oh! Auntie, promise me that you never will again be 
guilty of selling a human soul. Let not the glitter of gold so dazzle 
and blind your eyes as to lead you to another folly like this. 

Aunt. Then you refuse to return to the home of your childhood? 

Lucy. Yes, unless you would permit my children to accompany 
me. If you consent to that, I will willingly be your kitchen girl. 

Aunt. WhatV You become my menial? 

Lucy. Do think that would be harder or more degrading than 
to wash all day with an infant tied to my back, or to be driven to at- 
tend coal pits in a freezing storm? My common task has been to 
drudge all day and sew at night with a babe in my arms, without dar- 
ing to murmur. 

Aunt. Why did you obey that inhuman wretch? 

Lucy. Could I do otherwise? This, dear Auntie, is the result of 
your selling me to your so-called cultured and rich European physi- 
cian. Weren't you unfeeling and inhuman to act as covertly as you 
did in betraying me into that man's hands? 

Aunt. Lucy, you are too severe. I, also, was deceived in the 
Doctor. Why did you not part? 

Lucy. I would have left him, had I not been afraid of the un- 
charitable comments that would have followed my flight. I could not 
face the scorn of the world, sure to be visited upon my head, for, as 
you are aware, very few knew of the artful manner in which you had 
entrapped me into that unholy marriage. 

Aunt. Oh! Lucy, Lucy, pardon me. Forget it all, and return 
home. Disappointment and remorse of conscience overwhelm me 
since learning how basely the Doctor deceived us both. Once morel 
ask you to accept my offer. Why not leave the children? 

Lucy. It is useless to urge me. Auntie. I can never desert my 
children. I am in some sort inured to my hard fate, and shall perse- 
vere in the performance of duty to the end. I believe that in God's 
own good time He will set me free. I am convinced that my day of 
usefulness will yet come, and then my best efforts shall be put forth 
to alleviate the sorrows of those whom I may find have been sold as 
I was. I know what it is to be bound hand and foot. 



LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. [Act V. 



Aunt. Don't talk such nonsense, child. You will never live to 
see the close of another year with such burdens resting upon you, 

Lucy. I have looked death in the face, and fear it not. If I die, I 
shall be at rest, while if I go with you, an accusing conscience would 
embitter all my remaining days. Oh! tempt me no longer with your 
proffers of a home without my children. I am not to be moved from 
my resolution to remain with them. 

Aunt. Well, Lucy, if you will not listen to my offer, I must leave 
you now. However, you may yet change your mind, and return to 
your old home. Remember that its doors will always be open to you. 
[Gives Lucy money.] Hei-e are a thousand dollars. 

Lucy. Many thanks for this assistance. Indeed I need it sorely. 
Won't you stop long enough to see Doctor Pfeifer? 

Aunt. What? Stop to see that false betrayer, who by his perfidy 
gained you? 

Lucy. Yes, stay simply to see how he will receive you. 

Aunt. No. I never wish to behold his hated face again. 

Lucy. Auntie, was he altogether to blame? Ought you not to 
have been less hasty, and waited for some confirmation of his repre- 
sentations? 

Aunt. No doubt I should have acted more cautiously. But he 
came to me with such a plausible statement about his papers that I 
was unsuspicious of any fraudulent design on his part. 

Lucy. A German baker, who lives near by and knew the Doctor 
in the old country, related to me the manner in which those papers 
came into the possession of that knave. 

Aunt. How was it? 

Lucy. He stole the papers from his uncle Henry, who is one of 
the King's officers, and they had nothing at all to do with an heirship, 
being merely a certificate to the effect that his uncle had received a 
certain sum of money from the King. He managed to deceive you as 
to their character by exhibiting the imposing black and red seals, and 
pointing to the array of signatures affixed to the documents. Your 
inability to read their contents enabled him the more easily to effect 
his design. Another circumstance I will relate: The clothes he wore 
when we were married were borrowed. You doubtless recollect the 
hair watch-chain that he sho^yed to you and wept over, declaring 
that it was composed of his dead mother's hair. That, too, was a 
falsehood. The ejjain. belonged to the Dutch baker referred to, and 
contained his mother's hair. It was returned in my presence the oth- 
er day. 

Aunt. [Hoekified.] Can this be true? Please say no more. 
Well, what does the false wretch possess? 

Lucy. Nothing but a vile tongue and a bad temper. But I can- 
not help comparing his deceptive conduct in those instances with 
your own towards me . You robbed me of my happiness, and sold me 
to a life of slavery. In furthering your sordid scheme you scrupled 



Act VI.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



not to sacrifice my heart's dearest treasure, in sending my boy-lover 
to the war, where he met his death upon the battle-field. You know 
that you intercepted all my letters to him, which caused him to be- 
lieve that I was false to my vows. 

Aunt. Oh! Lucy, Lucy, your reproaches are more than I can 
bear. Do not say any more. May Heaven forgive me. [Departs. 



ACT VI. 
A Scene in Mrs. Pfeifek's Dining Room. 

Characters.— 1. Miss Mamie Pfeifer. 3. Little Johnny Pfeifer. 
2. Miss Fairy Pfeifer. 4. Dr. Pfeifer. 
5. Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer. 
The Doctor discovered at the dinner table. Enter the young lady, 
Miss Mamie, Miss Fairy and Johnny. All sit at table and 
wish their pa " Happy New Year." Doctor pays no attention. 
Little Johnny. Oh! papa, see what a nice turkey dinner mama 
has for Johnny and papa. 

Doctor. [Bowing.] Yes, yes, I should say it vash a shirky tin- 
■ ner. Only half cooked, and raw at tot. 

Enter Mrs. Pfeifer. 
Mrs. Pfeifer. [Resting her hand on the Doctor's shoulder.] 
Now, papa, to-day is New Year's. Just as we commence to-day, so 
we shall continue all through the year. Let us begin it by thanking 
our Heavenly Father for all the blessings of the past, and for giving 
us this beautiful new home. Let this first New Year's dinner in our 
new home be one long to be remembered. Lift up your plate, Doc- 
tor. [She looks pleased. Doctor turns over his plate and finds an 
envelope which he looks at with searching eyes. He then 
turns to his wife, twists his nose peculiarly, and reads the 
address in a ridiculous way. 
Doctor. "A New Yearsh vish from your ever faithful vife." 
[Looking in his wife's face and twitching.] Hem! hem! Vat for 
you vish me such shtuff as dot? Shame on yourself! Visliing tot to 
a man off mine profession. 

Mrs. P. [Pleased MANNER.] Open the envelope and read. 
Doctor. [Opens it and reads.] " I vish you a heppy New Year. 
May it pe te most bleasant vone off your life. May no dark cloud 
arise to obscure its prightness." 

[Stares at Mrs. P. with anger. The children and Mrs. P. act 
frightened. He draws the paper over his lips in mockery, 
and insultingly flings it at Mrs. P. 
Doctor. [To Mrs. P.] You old fool? Vat for you mean dark 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act VI. 



cloud, sunshine und prightness? Koot Lort, Hefens und eart! You 
crasy screecher owl. Iss tot der \ay you velcome me on New Year's 
tay? Vishing me such shtuff for a man off mine profession. 

Mrs . P. [Offeeing him the Bible.] Come, papa, let us unite in 
prayer and read a chapter in the Bible to-day. 

Doctor. [Flings the Bible at her.] Dare! You reattot in der 
hot blace. Dare you hafe blenty off gompany, You don'd hafe to in- 
vite dem to come, und you see dey make it hot for you dare. [To 
Johnny.] Dare, Shonny, get your blate. Shonny, und hafe some of 
Vour motter's shirky-paked koose. It's notting anyhow. 

[Mrs. p. weeping, leaves the table. 

Doctor. [Taking a piece of cream cake, shouts to Mrs. P.] 
Halloo dare! Misses, come pack. [Mrs. P.. wiping her eyes, comes 
BACK.— He shows her the cake.] Vat kint off cake you call dot? 

Mrs. P. It is cream cake. 

Doctor. Vare you get cream dis dime der year? [Angry.] Cream 
notting. [Crumbing it.[ It's notting poot sunshine koose cravey, 
put on turn ofer pie. [Mrs. P. starts to leave the room.] Halloo ! 
You cot some more off dose vine vishes to-tay? 

[Doctor throws plate on the floor and departs. Mrs. P. returns. 

Mamie. How is it, mama, that w^e always displease our pa so? 
Can you tell me? How is it that he cannot appreciate or comprehend 
so simple a matter as your New Year's wishes contained in the note 
you gave; and he has been through college too? 

Lucy. It is very strange. I know the Germans as a class are 
very intelligent and aspiring, but if he is a representative of that 
kind, he does them great injustice by exhibiting his jealous and ugly 
disposition. Perhaps if he had known that he was to receive a gold 
watch and a set of books, he would have been more pleased. 

Johnny. [With animation.] May I go in the office and tell papa 
to oome back and see what I has for him? 

Fairy. May I go, too, mama? 

Lucy. Yes, bring him hei'e, but talk kindly to him. 

[Johnny and Fairy depart. 

Lucy. [To Mamie.] I shall give your pa the watch, and Johnny 
may give him the books. 

Enter Jaiey and Johnny with the Doctor. 

Lucy. [Gives Doctor the watch.] Please excuse me, pa, for 
not presenting thi^ watch to you before. I have been busy arranging 
for callers, and it slipped my mind. Let it be none the less accepta- 
ble on that account. 

Doctor. [Examines the watch.] It moost hafe peen off pooty 
mooch importance so dot you forgot it. Veil, it's notting, anyhow. 
It iss somedings I ought to hafe hat a long vile ago, for a man off 
mine profession, I expected it long time ago. Done you know dot 
efery man vot has a profession has vone. Dey pe common tings to 
vear among shentlemen. It's notting, anyhow. 



Act VI.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



Johnny. [Gives Doctok books.] Here, papa, is " Shakspeare's 
Works" and " The Arabian Nights." Johnny bougiht them for papa. 

Doctor. [Gives back the books.] Vot you mean py insulting 
your fotter py giflng him poolis apoud "nites off shnake-slipearing?" 
.You do as off you tinli your fotter iss a linow-notting, und so you 
gife him pooks vat he coon learn somedings py. Dot iss all your 
motter's notion. I vant you to know dot I hafe already got more 
pooks fixed in mine heat as your motter efer saw. Off you vas a lee- 
die bicker, Shonny, you pet I voult shlam you oudtoors, for insulting 
your fotter pygifmg me pooks for a bresent. It vas all your motter's 
notion off putting dot in your heat. I tink it vas petter off you hat 
kep your money und pought me a fine pox off Havaner cigars und a 
pox off prandy-vine. Dot vould off make me bleased. Der whole 
family, in all off mine life, hafe nefer reshpec me, und shoostnowyou 
tink dot you make a man off mine profession a bresent off some pooks 
und a goltvatch, vat I ought to hafe hat long ago. Shonny, you pet- 
ter dake dose pooks pack und gife dem to your motter, und tole her 
she hat petter put dem alongside off her fine New Year's vishes, und 
den she can hafe a bresent, too. 

Johnny. I am not angry, pa. Why are you? 

Doctor. You tole her for me dot I done vant any more off her 
Afrairican shtyle on New Y'ear's, und none off her fine New Year's 
vishes eeter. [Departs. 

Lucy- [Gives Fairy presents.] Here is a ring and a necklace, 
which I hope will be accepted with more graciousness than your 
father's presents were. 

Fairy*. [Opens box.] Oh! mama. How good and kind of you to 
buy me just what I wanted. 

Lucy. It pleases me to know that I can at least make this a hap- 
py New Year's day for my children. [Gives Johnny presents,] Ac- 
cept these from your mama. 

Johnny. [GLEEFUiiLYj Mama, what nice building blocks ise got, 
and what nice story-books. Now I can build houses, and I don't get 
mad because you give me books, the way pa does, do I? [Kisses his 
mother.] I phwank you ten thousand times, and when I get to be a 
man and learn business I'll give you five hundred dollars, and if you 
won't cry I'll give you all my money and stay with you, and I'll never 
get married when I'm a man. 

Lucy. I am glad you are pleased, and I want you to be a good 
boy. 

Johnny. [Kisses her.] Yes, I'll always be good to you. and 
don't you cry any more, will you? 

Mamie. What a sensible child he is. I'm sure he'll noi be like his 
father when he becomes a man. 



LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act VII. 



ACT VII. 

Scene in a Bar-room. 

Chakacteks.— 1. The Dutch Bakkeepek. 3. Dk. Pfeifer. 

2. Little Johnny Pfeifek. 4. Miss Fairy Pfeifer. 

The Dutch Barkeeper discovered leaning on the counter in silent 
thought. Enter Doctor, leading the two children, Fairy 
and Johnny, by the hand. 

Doctor. [To Barkeeper.] Coot tay, Mishter Moshneritz. 

Mohneritz. Coot tay, Toctor. You co off der Sherman picnic 
mlt your shildrens? [The girl lingers in the bar-room reading a little 

book. 

Doctor. Yes, sir. Poot mine grown up pick toughter. she tinks 
it is a shame to go mit her fatter to der Dutch picnics, as she calls 
dem. She von't go vere dey •cife her a pick class off peer, mit wine 
und pologna sausage, und vere she get dreated as young latties 
ought to pe. [Angrily.] Dot is all on der gount off dot motter off 
hers, who sings rount all tay. breaching up der templeranclers und 
cold vatters all der dime. [Kesting his hand on Johnny's shoul- 
der.] Here, Misther Moshneritz, mine leedle poy von't pe like dot, 
ven he gets pick, I pet you, hay! He shmoke und trinks his glass 
peer und schnaps shust like a fine shentleman ought to do, und off 
mine profession, you know. 

[Johnny loiters about the bar-room. 

Barkeeper. Yoost dell me vone dime how you got your Yankee 
vife. 

Doctor. Yell, Mishter Moshnerit'z, being dat you are from mine 
country, I'll dell you der shtory all. But first let us hafea glass beer. 
[Barkeeper gets a glass of beer for each. They touch glasses 
and the Doctor says: " I vish you good health." 

Barkeeper. I vish you der same and a tozen poys. 

Doctor. Ha! ha! ha! Dot's a pooty good vish, but den I tink 
it's pooty pad luck. [They drink. 

Barkeeper. Go heat mit your shtory how you get your Yankee 
vife. 

Doctor. You know in Sharmany, in our country dot iss near 
Gaetinge, der scht)ol deacher vat lives dare, und he hat two awful fine 
daughters. De vone married de professor off der Northeim school, 
und de otter vone vas bromised mit me, to be coupled togetter py 
law. und vat you tink, Mishter Moshneritz? 

Barkeeper. I tink dot I hear your shtory. 

Doctor. Yell, I know dot, but dat girl Babbit, I fool mit her for 
long six year. Veil, der tay vas setted ven ve should be coupled to- 
getter py der law off mine country. Veil, frient Moshneritz, done 
you tink dot I talk der English awful foorst shtreight? 



Act VII.] LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 



Bakkeepek. Veil, Toctor, vere iss your shtory? You ditn't get 
any vider don vere you vas coupled togetter py law. 

Doctor. Oh, veil, I forgot mineself. I vas tinking off mine pro- 
fession. Ve nefer vas coupled togetter. 

Barkeepek. Veil, you shtop mit your shtory. You ditn't finish 
it all. 

Doctor. Veil, Mishter Moshnerltz, yoost gife me anotter glass 
beer to vet mine troat, und den I goed on mit mine shtory vere ve 
shtop. [Each drinks another glass of beer.] Veil, in der flrsht 
dime, der vas sooch an goot for notting nopoty. He goed und tole 
Babbit's father dot I trink so mooch beer, und blay on der carts mit 
mine money, vich you know I don't do. I don't blay on der carta. I 
done tink dot iss mooch for an ordinary shentleman und off mine 
profession to trink efery tay a leedle someding, like twenty-fife glass 
beer, und vonce in a vile a glass brandy-vine. I done tink dot iss 
pooty mooch. Yoost tink ofT dot goot-for-notting nopoty delling 
sooch shtuff apoud a man off mine profession. Veil, don'd I tole you 
yoost now dot on der next Sunday, ven I vent to see mine leedle Bab- 
bit vat you tink I got? • 

Barkeeper. I tink I hear your shtory. 

Doctor. Ven I got dare und I rap on der toor, her fotter coom 
off der toor und shpeaked to me: "Vat you vant here? You tink you 
blay beer und trink carts all der night troo, und don you show your 
face on mine toor, und vant to see mine girl Babbit?" Den he tole me: 
" Make mit yourself off, und nefer coom here again. You dock you? 
You notting you!" Den he tole me hiss Babbit vas going to marry a 
rich man der next veek, und don't you tink I done pooty goot ven I 
coom off America? 

Barkeeper. Vat shall I tink? I tink I vait for your shtory. 

Doctor. Veil, as you be from mine blace, dot iss Hanover, I'll 
tole you how I make it mit her, dat iss Babbit. In der flrsht blace, I 
tink I like her pooty much goot, und ven I tinks off her I feel some- 
dings in mine shtomach vat keeps saying, " Shoomp up, shoomp up 
in mine troat," so pick as a great pick glass beer, und I lofe to set on 
a chair mit py her site, und dells her all how I shtudy off der school, 
und I learn mine bick Toctor profession. * 

Barkeeper. Veil, Doctor, pe you treaming? Vat iss your pro- 
fession to do mit der shtory apoud how you got Yankee vife? Dot is 
der question pefore dis saloon shoost now. 

Doctor. Vait vonce, mine frient, until I tole you apoud mine 
profession, und den I'll tole you dat it got eferyting to do mit her— 
mine profession has. I dells you if a man keeps himself streight, 
und has got a bick profession like I got a profession, I tell you he 
coon coom vide mit himself ofer diss country. 

Barkeeper. Veil, off you don'd vant to dell apoud your Yankee 
vife firsht, den dell me firsht apoud your profession. 

Doctor. Veil, I tink I dell you now vat I vas going to tole you— 
vat you tink? 



LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. Act VII. 



Bakkeepee. Veil, you ask me all der dime [Laughing] vat I tink. 
I dell you I vait a long dime for your shtory. I vant to hear it firsht, 
den I vill dell you petter vat I tink. 

DocTOE. Veil, shoost tink. I tought me und I treamed dot I like 
Babbit pooty veil, und den I feel dot great pick beer mit der glass 
cooming up in mine troat, saying, " You lofe Babbit or you lofe me?" 
Dot you know vas yoost pefore Babbit's fotter gave me a bick shmell 
von der toes off his boots ride on mine chin. [Points to his chin.] 
I tink you see dot mark on mine chin. Dot vas der blace vere der ad- 
mittance vas o& his boot. I tink dot mark last yet for sometime. 
Babbit's fotter done py me shoost like he vould do py hiss pick plack 
hoont called Carlo, und he says, " Make oud mit yourself." I dell you 
I felt pooty shmall for a man off mine profession ven he kicked me 
oud. 

Baekeeper. Hem! hem! Vas dot Lucy on der count? Vas dot 
on der count off your Yankee vife? You don't tell me. Vas dot Lucy 
on der count you hat dot drouble from her fotter? 

DocTOE. [Hueeiedly.] No, no! Dot vas yet in Sharmany. Dot 
vas Babbit, der school teacher's girl. Vone night pefore I go off der 
ped. dot vas pefore I go off shleep, you know. 

Baekeepee. Vat you tink I know? 

DocTOE. Oh! you put m^ oud, done you know? Veil, I ask mine 
heart vonce in (Jis vay, vonce, twice, three times, you tell me pefore 
der morning cooms, und answer me dis question, " Do I lofe Babbit 
or don't I lofe Babbit enough to make her mine vife py law?" Und vat 
you tink? Mine heart pefore der next morning answered me No. 
Uud den vat you tink? I say to mineself, [With disgust] "Pooh! 
pooh!" Den vat you tink? I tought nodding.s off her any more. 

Baekeepee. [SMiLiNGiiY.] Veil, yell. I don'tvonder me any dot 
you don lofe her any after Lucy's fotter trowed you oud off der house 
mit a shmell off Ms boot, und vat goot dit your profession do you 
den? 

DocTOE. Done I tole you? I neffer married her. I got Lucy to 
pe mine vife, und mittout shmelling off a Yankee boot eeter off her 
fotter's, pecause Lucy, ditn't hafe any fotter, pecause he vent tead pe- 
fore she vas too young to pe mine vife. 

Baekeepee. [Geins.] I tink so mineself. How dit you make it 
so dot you got your Yankee vife? 

DocTOE. Shenk me oud some beer, und den I tole you how I 
hoombuged in dis country for a man off mine profession. 

Baekeepee. [Gives him beee.] Take dis beer now mit mine 
best vishes dot you nefer hafe to shmell anotter boot off der school 
teachers mit oud off der house. 

DocTOE. Veil, mine frient Moshneritz, I'll tole you first apoud 
mine profession und how I got him. In dei;, first blace, mine frient, 
mine fotter vas a poor man, und his profession vas a barber. Now, 
you know mit his barber profession he didn't get not mooch money. 



Act VII.] LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. 



und I vas der only son, und remember it vas not mine fodder vat sent 
me off der school. It vas mine uncle Heinrich who sented me off der 
bick academy. In dot academy der poys from efery kingdom vear a 
tifferent color of clothes. Shoost tink, von dime, how fine I looked, 
und how der scholars looked off me ven dey see me coom in mit mine 
brass buttons und mine golt glasses vat I vear on mine heat pefore 
mine eyes. Oh! Moshneritz, j^oost tink how nice I looked, und I 
valked so shtreight mit mine new clothes on; but dot maked no tiffer- 
ence you know, pecause I carry von shoulder higher dan der otter 
von. I nefer looked to der left otter to der right to see who looked 
off me, boot anyhow I knew dat dey all looked off me, und der vis- 
pered von to der otter: "Dare is der Doctor Pfeifer, mit his golt 
glasses unt mit his valking shtick mit a golt heat shtanding on him." 
I knew dot dey all honored me, shoost pecause I tried to act so 
schmart, und didn't talk mooch, und I didn't look on der otter schol- 
ars. I remember dot dey always laughed offer mine fine heat off 
hair, und den I feel proud. 

Barkeepek. [Laughing.] Veil, veil, Toctor, vere is your hair 
now gone? I see you ain't got mooch left. 

Doctor. Veil, frient Moshneritz, ven I vos young yet, und only 
twenty-five, und done you say notting to anypoty. Now I pesh 
pooty mooch fifty-fife; but done you say notting, for I tell mine Yan- 
kee vife all der dime dot I pesh thirty-three. Now, I tole you dot von 
dime ven I vas twenty-fife, I vas sick mit der fefer, und mine hair in 
shoost von night all flew out quick— ff't—ff't— und den it vas all ofer. 

Baekeepek. Veil, Toctor, you hat pooty pat luck alreaty. You 
ought to hafe good luck vone dime for a change. 

Doctor. Goot luck? Y^ou petter bet, I got goot luck. I go mit 
mine shildrens to-tay off der Sherman picnics. [ Shows Cane.] You 
see dot valking shtick dare, mit der golt heat on him V I vas going to 
tole you vonce pefore apoud der hishtory off dot shtick. Y'^ou know, 
von tay, ven der px-ofessor off der examinations asks der shtudents 
somedings in questions apoud vat he tinks dey know und dey done 
know. Und von tay ven he cooms in und ve ditn't reshspect him, und 
den ve all trembled und ve hat to write down vat questions he asked 
us shtudents. Der first question vas, " How many tays hafe ve got in 
der year, und in vat year is dis dot ve now got ? " Some off der shtu- 
dents answered notting. He asked vone und he asked dem all, und 
some didn't know, untl some shook der heats und said, "I done know." 
Und I den pegan to shtreighten mineself up, ven he coom to me und 
he said, " Veil, Heinrich Pfeifer, coon you dell me how many tays dot 
ve got in der year? " Den I shtreightened mineself up und hollered 
und shpoke lout: " Ve gat a leedle ofer two tousant und fife hundert." 
Den der whole school house, mit der brofessors und scholars, com- 
menced to laugh yoost awful to tink dot I was so shmart. Den der 
brofessor took oud his bick book und wrote down someding in mine 
honor, und den gate me dis valking-shtick und tole me, " You alvays 
keep dot, und not part mit him." 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act VII. 



Bakkeepek. Veil, Toctor, are you treaminf?? I vaited for your 
shtory, how you got your Yankee vife. I vould like to hear it, dot is 
off you hafe got troo rait your profession. I pet you off you voult 
travel mit sooch a theatre or a circus, und you voult dell your shtory 
der vey dot you tola me shoost now, I pet you vould make more 
money den you do mit your Toctor profession; dot is off you voult 
tole your shtory der vey dot you tole me in dis saloon. You make 
money I pet you. You valk mit vone shoulder higher den der otter, 
shoost like von off dose theatre fellers, und you sh\^•ing rount der 
same vey mit your valking shtick. 

Doctor. Veil, Moshneritz, now I'll tole you yoost how I done 
vfen I got Lucy. In der first blace, der brofessor off der school in 
Goetinge, he gafe me a great long paper mit plack und red zeals mit 
der names off der gounselmens on dem. 

Bakkeepek. Vat for you got tem bapers? 

Doctor. Dose papers I got vas for der attmittance to go pack 
und shtay ofer tree years again pecause I ditn't pass mit der exami- 
nation. All der otter scholars vat vent ven I dit got dere certificates 
to shtay home. Der reason vy I ditn't got mine ven dey dit vas pe- 
cause I vas so far aheat off tem doti couldn't answer von question dot 
der brofessor asked me, und der otters answered efery ting. Nowpy 
dot you see I hat to go pack off school und shtay tree years longer, 
und pegin vere I dit on der first dime und vere der otters left off. I 
dell you dem vas hart shtudy tays, und I hat to commence ofer to 
learn mine profession, und der otters hat gone home to practice deirs 
alreaty. I dell you ven I got troo I vas pooty mooch so shmart as 
der otters vas. So mine uncle tole me it is petter off I go off Ameri- 
ca, und he voult gife me money off I voult leafe der country, for I 
coult do petter in America mit mine profession, as I coot in sooch a 
shmall country as Europe. He tole me dot I coot come vider und 
shtant higher in a shtrange country as I voult in Sharrrtany. 

Barkeeper. I tink you done pooty goot to get as vide as you 
hafe in der New York. 

Doctor. You know I hafe got a certificate from dot academy, 
und dot dey gafe me so as to make me remember dot I vas von dime 
off college. 

Barkeeper. [Impatiently.] Vere is your Yankee vife all off dis 
time dot you learn your profession? 

Doctor. Oh!., She is to home to-day, und vashes und takes care 
off her house vork mit her papy. 

Barkeeper. You don'd forshtand me, Toctor. I meant vere vas 
your Yankee vife ven you vas learning your profession? 

Doctor. Veil, off you don'd know I'll tole you vere she vas. She 
vas in America und I vas in Sharmany mit off der school — voult you 
tink dot? 

Barkeeper. [Laughing.] Veil, Toctor, you hafe a pooty awful 
long shtory, und I don'd know yet how you got your Yankee vife. I 



Act VII.] LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. 43 

hafe drinked so many glass beer mit you und shtill I know not how 
you coom by your vife. Vat you tink I care apoud how you done mit 
your Babbit in Sharmany? It's your Yankee vifie dot I vant to know 
from. 

DocTOK. Done I tole you, friend Moshneritz, dot von time, ven I 
vent to see mine uncle Heinrich, mit his fine tings on his shoulders, 
und he vent oud off der door, I saw some great pick papers hang on* 
der writing table, mit der names off dose pick gounselmen's names 
on dem, und der right corner hat a pick red seal, und der left corner 
hat a pick piack seal, you know. I tought dot I voult shtole dem und 
it make netting oud mit mine uncle Heinrich, for he hat his pay al- 
reaty, und dot baper vas his reception telling dot he hat got his mon- 
ey alreaty und it make him notting oud. You pet it mate efery ting 
oud mit me. Veil, I tole you, frient Moshneritz, dot I heard von 
dime dot der Americans liked hooicbug. Veil, shoost tink, ven I * 
•coom off dis country, I vas valking oud von morning mit der shtreet 
up und town, making folks belief e mit mine medicine box dot I vas 
going to visit some batients, und vat you tink? I saw a great pick 
plack horse mit on der man's pack, on a saddle, und der man vent, 
" Hoory up! hoory up!" und vat you tink who dot vas? 

Babkeepee. Vat shoult I tink? I tink dat I hear your shtory. I 
don'd know. 

Doctor. Veil, done I tole you, dot vas Mishter Lillapritge, Lu- 
cy's uncle. Veil, you know he vas sooch a rich man, und Lucy lived 
mit him und her aunt, und he vanted a Toctor pooty quick for his vife 
vat vas awful sick. He saw mit me on der shtreet, mit mine golt 
shpectacles on mine heat pefore mine eyes, und he saw me shwing 
along mit mine valking shtick mit der golt heat shtand on him, und 
he hollered, "Halloo dare! Mishter, oxcoose me. Coult you tolt me 
vere I flnt der Toctor?" I tolt him dot I pesh der Toctor Pfeifer by 
profession, und not long oud from Sharmany. Den he hollered, " All 
right, mine shentleman. Coom mit me off mine house, und see mine 
laty," unt I vent mit him to see her. Veil, she got veil pooty quick, 
und ven she vas so dot she sot up mit on her chair, und in her great 
pick fine room, den she asked me von tay, " Toctor, you moost coom 
von dime pooty quick und see me." Und I tole you, I vent pooty 
quick, und den I tole her all apoud mine profession, und how I got 
him. Von dime I hert dat der Yankees nefer beliefe anyting mitout 
dey moost see der papers to prove tings, und ven I tole her apoud my 
heirship von tay, I tole her dot I voult show her der papers. Den she 
invited me von dime to coom und get acquainted mit Lucy, und den I 
vent; und der second dime I prought mit me der papers und showed 
dem to her aunt, und it made notting oud if her aunt coultn't reat der 
Sharman so long as dey was papers, und dot vos der vey I hoom- 
buged. Der aunt und me made it all oud how ve shoult fix it to get 
married, und Lucy hat to mind und marry me. Der first dime dot I 
saw Lucy mine heart vent once more, " Shoomp up, shoomp up!" und 



44 LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act YII. 

I tole you, I felt so happy to tink dot I coult make oud mine profes- 
sion I coult get Lucy. Veil, und ven I shpeaked mit Lucy, she tole 
me, " No, sir, I not marry a Sharman, und I not like you, und I nefer 
marry an ugly Sharman like you." Den she criet unt wrung her hants 
unt salt, " I nefer coon marry you, ole Dutchman." Ven she salt dot I 
mate beliefe dot I not undershtand. Und remember, her aunt mate 
beliefe to Lucy dot I vas coming der next tay for tea, und den ve go 
off a fine tress party. Und in der blace off der tress party der minis- 
ter vas engaged, und it vas too late for Lucy to shpeak, und she vas 
mate to do as she vas tole py her aunt, und vat you tink? Inshted off 
der tress party ve vas coupled togetter py law. 

Bakkeeper. Is dot der vey you hoombuged? I tink you done it 
pooty quick. "Where is all your heirship to-tay? 

Doctor. Veil, you know, I ditn't get any money. It vas hoom- 
bug, und she hat lots off money dot she got after ve vere married a 
year, den ve got us a nice house, und ve inwested in a farm off coal, 
und she pought me five tousant tollars vorth off inshtruments und 
pooks for mine office, unt I hat it in mine house, und you pet I make 
her vork und do as I tole her. 

Barkeeper. How vos dat dot she is sooch a goot voman, und 
forshpends so mooch money on her shildrens? 

Doctor. You know efery morning und efery tay, I tole her und 
maked her beliefe dot she has been doing someding wrong, und for 
instance, like shpeaking mit anotter man, und py dot she gets so 
sheared dot she is afrait to do somedings wrong, und I always hafe a 
goot voman. I tole her shtoof before I know anyting apoud it. 

Barkeeper. Veil, Toctor, I tink you hafe coom oud pooty goot 
mit your hoombug. 

Doctor. [Turns to Johnny.] Here is mine leedle poy, und you 
pet I make him a nice shentleman, shoost sooch a vone as der Yan- 
kees like. I make him so dot he coon hoombug shoost like his fotter. 

MosHNERiTz. Say, leedle poy, vat is your name, sir? 

Johnny P. Johnny Pfeifer. 

Doctor. [Shaking the boy's arm.] Dot ish not Yoney. It ish 
Shonny Pfeifer. You must not talk so Yankee shtyle, like your mot- 
ter. Now say Yonny. 

Johnny P. Yonoy Pfeifer. 

Doctor. [To Barkeeper.] Don'dyoutink he pe a shmart poy? 
He coon shbell shii^t like nottings at all, I tell you. I vill hafe him 
shbell vone dime for you, den you draw for him oud off him a vone 
pick glass peer. [To Johnny.] Now I vant you to shbell vone dime 
for us. Now, Shonny, Mishter Moshneritz, mine frient, vants you to 
shbell— now— Shonny— shbell " dock," der name off your Carlo dot 
you hitch after your hant-shleigh. 

Johnny. [Spells.] D-o-g, dog. [The barkeeper looks pleased. 

Doctor. [Shaking Johnny's arm.] I didn't dell you to shbell 
dough. Vat ish der matter? It's petter you dry vonce more. I 



Act VII.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



meant you shbell tock, der name off your Cai'lo. Eemember vat I 
tole you. 

Johnny. Talk? T-a-l-k, talk. 

DocTOE. [Much pleased.] Veil, Shonny, you pesh right. You 
make somedimes a shmart mans, hay? 

MosHNEEiTz. [Grinning.] He pesh a nice poy, yes. 

Doctor. Now, Mishter Moshneritz, you ket a pick class peer for 
der poy. [Barkeeper gives beer to Doctor, who offers it to 
JoHNNX.] Dare, Shonny, take dot. 

Johnny. [Crying.] Oh! papa, I don't like it. Mama said I must 
not drink any. 

Doctor. Now, Shonny, you must trink dot peer, und pe a man, 
und not hear to your m otter mit her demperance all der dime, und 
cold vater. I am your fatter und a Toctor is mine profession. I tink 
you petter mind me, inshtead of hearing dot sing-song koruss off 
your motter— all der dime templeranclers. 

Johnny. I don't care. I don't want any. I'll mind my mama. 

Barkeeper. [Resting his hand on the boy's head.] You pe 
right. Dot is right, mine poy. Always mint your motter. 

Doctor. [Drinking the beer quickly.] Now, Mishter, gife me 
a glass off schnapps. [Barkeeper gives him whisky.— Shouts to 
Fairy.] Coom, Fairy, have someting. 

Fairy. I just had some. [Looks on the book. 

Doctor. [Gives the glass to Johnny.] Now, Shonny, you take 
diss und trink it. [Johnny puts it untouched on the counter. 

Barkeeper. Dot is too strong for der poy, Toctor. He is right 
to not drink it. 

Doctor. Vat for you site mit mine vife? You pen shpeaking mit 
her? Dot's a pooty vay to talk to a man off mine profession. 

Barkeeper. Veil, Toctor, I tink your fife is pooty mooch right. 
You petter keep your money to puy preat mit for your shildrens, so 
dot your fife not vork herself to death mit all kints off vork. Dat 
looks mooch petter for you. 

Doctor. Vat— vat for you keep dis saloon? 

Barkeeper. I keep dis saloon for all dose beoples vat can behafe 
demself teasant. I ditn't ask you to coom in here. [Points to the 
door.] You valk mit yourself right shtreight oud off der tor. 

Doctor. Poot you take mine money. 

Barkeeper. Yes, sir. Und you dake mine peer und schnapps. I 
dell you again, make mit your toughter, your poy und your shildrens 
oud off here. 

Doctor. [Ashamed.— To his children.] Coom't on. Halloo 
dare! Ve go off der Sharman picnics mit ourself. 

[Doctor takes children's hands and staggers out. 



LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act VIII. 



ACT VIII. 

SCENE— Doctor at Dutch Picnic. 

Chakacteks.— 1. DocTOK Pfeifee. 3. Johnny. 

2. Fairy. ' i. Hans, a waiter. 

5. People at another picnic table. 

The Doctor is discovered at the picnic table. The girl sits at his 
right and the girl at his left. Hans is waiting on the people 
at the other table. 
Doctor. [Shouts to Hans.] Coom't on! Halloo! Pring me 
und mine shildrens somedings to drinli. 

Johnny. [Whispers to Fairy.] What shall we do? Pa is now 
drunk and calls for something more. 

Fairy. Go quick. Tell the waiter not to give him any more beer. , 
Johnny. Oh! no. I dare not. He will punish us. What will 
mama do to-night? 

Enter waiter with a plate of bolognas, three glasses of beer and a 
plate of fried cakes, which he puts down. Doctor 
drinks his beer and the children slyly pour their's on 
the ground, pretending, when their father turns to 
them, that ihey have drank it. 
Doctor. [To children.] You pe right. You pe shmart to-tay 
to trink your peer. 

[Looks around and then in an awkward manner hands each of 
the children a piece of bologna, saying: 
Doctor. Eat dat quick. I hafe to pay ten cents to get admit- 
tances off der picnic. You vill not get' for a good vile sooch a chance 
again. [Points to the plates.] Dare, stick dem sausages und dem 
cakes in your pockets. Quick, pefore folks see you. 

[The children both fill their coat pockets with sausage and fried 

cakes, allowing the ends to project from each pocket. 

The Doctor, looking first for a chance, fills his silk hat 

with fried cakes, leaving only a few on each pl^te. 

Doctor. [To Hans.— Puts on his hat.] Halloo dare! Pring me 

on tree glass prandy-vine. [Hans departs.— To children.] Come, 

come. Quick take dem last sausages und cakes, und shtick dem in. 

Johnny and F^iry. [Together.] I can't. I haven't a.ny more 
room. [The Doctor slyly takes the last sausages and forces them 
up into his hat, which he holds with one hand on his 
head, meanwhile looking around. The crown bursts 
and the sausages and cakes fall out on each side of 
him. He acts as if wondering where they come from. 
Still they fall more than ever. At that moment Hans 
enters with wine which puts he down at Doctor's side. 
The latter looks surprised at seeing Hans. 



Act IX.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



Doctor. [Looks around.] Oh! oxcoose me. I go to shtoop 
mineself up, und knocked der blates off der tablps. 

[The crowd at the picnic laugh heartily. 
Hans. [Looks at Doctor.] Oh! it's too bat. Tings like dot oft- 
en happens. I seen it all. 

Doctor. [Pointing to the fallen sausages.] Coom, shilti-en, 
pick dem up und put dem pack on der blates. 

[The waiter joins the crowd in laughing at the Doctor. TJie 

children leave their pockets filled as they are. Doctor 

drinks the thi'ee glasses of liquor. Crowd all laugh. 

Doctor. Oh! shiltrens, don't I vish dat I hat all off dose shblen- 

dit sausages und cakes. Oh! darn it. [Shouts to crowd.] Dot vas 

all on der gound off dot fife off mine. She upsetted eferyting und 

mine profession. She upsetted me und eferyting else. [Crowd 

LAUGH.— Children ashamed.— To children.] Com't on. Halloo, 

shiltren. Halloo. Ve go home. 

[Doctor fixes his hat tighter on his head. The crown of the 
hat hangs by a couple of threads only. Doctor, tak- 
ing the two children by the hand, starts to leave the 
picnic. After going a few steps, a piece of bologna 
falls out of the girl's pocket. All stop. The girl picks 
it .up and replaces it in her pocket. The crowd laugh 
and shout. After going a few steps further, the sau- 
sages again fall. They continue walking and looking 
back at the sausages. Doctor staggers against the 
girl, causing her to fall. 



ACT IX. 

« 

SCENE I.— Lucy's Kitchen. 
Characters— 1. Lucy. 4. Doctor. 

2. Fairy. 5. Auntie Flagan. 

3. Johnny. 

Lucy discovered in the kitchen, holding her infant with one arm, and 
washing with her disengaged hand. 
Enter Fairy and Johnny. Lucy looks pleased. 
Children. [In chorus.] Oh! mama, mama. Pa is drunk. He 
is so mad because we wouldn't drink beer. He wants to kill us all. 

[Lucy is frightened. 
Johnny. Hurry up. 
Fairy. Let us run away. 
Lucy. God bless you, dear children. 

Enter Doctor, staggering to his wife. 



LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. [Act X. 



DocTOK. [Catches Lucy by the theoat.] Here is hell for you. 
[Doctor falls sprawling on the floor, helpless. The children 
and Lucy with her infant run away screaming. 



SCENE II.— Johnny, Faiky and Lucy with her infant are crossing a 
stream of water on planks. It is moonlight, and the 
rocks and banks are separated by streamlets. Lucy, 
when almost across the stream, holds out her hand for 
Johnny, and then peers through the rocks. 
Lucy. Oh! children, come quick. Let's hurry before pa comes 
after us. [All wade through safely to the other side. As they reach 

the bank all kneel in silent prayer. 
Enter Auntie Flagan from behind some rocks, drawing a hand-cart 
containing two empty milk pails. 
Auntie Flagan. [Intereupting the pkaycng family.] Oh! en 
for th' luv uv Saint Pathric! En is it you agin? Ah! en the Laird 
save us. [The family weep.] Dair swaitings, [In one breath] en 
can yer tell me what brought yez over here this night? Uv coorse 
it's that divil uv a mon agin. En nivir moind— the divil 'ill be shakin' 
him over purgatory some day. En me dair crathurs, nivir moind. 
[Wipes her eyes with apron.— In weeping voice.] En it's me that 
saves ye this time. 

[Auntie Flagan puts the little girl in the cart, and gives her 
the infant to hold. Lucy leads the little boy. Auntie 
Flagan draws the cart, exclaiming: " Come, ye dair 
little swaiting, I'll take yez home." All depart. 



ACT X. 

SCENE— Doctor rising from his stupor. 
Character.- The Doctor. 
The Doctor discovered moving on the floor where he fell in the 
kitchen. He gets up slowly, rubbing his eyes and looks 
around. He scratches his head, yawns and straightens 
himself.' He then jumps up and down, shouting, " Lucy." 
Opens q, door and peers into a room; then shuts the door 
with a'slam; opens another door and does same thing. 
Doctor. [Shouts.] Mrs. Pfeifer! Lucy, Lucy! Lucy Pfeifer! 
Halloo dare! [Opens A door.] Vere in dertefils you shtick yourself? 
Shonny! Shoimy! Shonny, mine son! [Shaking his head.] I shoost 
like to know vere tem teflls nations putted temselves to. 

[He opens a door again and gets a bonnet; then slamming the 
door, he grunts with rage, and throws the bonnet in the 
wash-boiler, pounding it down with a stick, saying: 



Act XI.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



"Oh! off dot vas only your prains, Lucy Pfeifer, in- 
shtead off your bonnet." 
Grunting, the Doctor takes a table-cloth, dishes and 
other things and throws them all in the boiler. He then 
stands the baby cab on the stove, saying: 

" Dare, I purn der tefils oud off you." 



ACT XI. 
SCENE I.— Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer's Parlor. 

Characters.— 1. Lxjcy. , 4. Johnny. 

2. Mamie. 5. The Doctor. 

3. Fairy. 

Mamie is discovered playing on the piano; Lucy is sewing. Fairy 
crocheting. Enter Johnny. 

Johnny. Where has pa been? 
Lucy. I don't know, Johnny. 

Enter Doctor. Fairy and Johnny remain standing. Mamie stops 
playing. 

Doctor. Halloo dare, shiltren und Lucy. I got somedings vat I 
vant to tole you. [To Lucy and Mamie.] Set mit yourselfs shtill on 
der chair. [To Johnny and Fairy.] Make mit yourselfs oud, und 
don'd you dare to come mit your feet pefore mine heat until I tole 
you. [Fairy and Johnny depart.— To Lucy and Mamie.] I vant to 
tole you somedings vat is off a great importance und off a great af- 
fluence. It is somedings dot shoost transmitted shoost now, a leedle 
vile ago, dis dime. 

Lucy. [With surprise.] You don't say that something terrible 
transpired to-day, do you? 

Doctor. Oh. yas, yas. Der transmittacce shoostnow happened 
in Fi'itz Grootenheimer's saloon. 

Lucy. What can it be? Have you been in the saloon? 

Doctor. Dot makes nodding oud. Vait until I tole you, und 
don'd any off you shpeak until you see der towel shake. 

Lucy. I wonder if any one has been killed. 

Doctor. No, no. [To Mamie.] Look mit your fotter shtreight 
mit in his face, und I vant you to undershtand vat I shpeak mit you. 
Vat you tink? 

Mamie. Tell me. first, papa, then I shall say what I think. 

Doctor. Is dot der vay you shpeak to your fotter ven he tole 
you somedings? Do you mean to say do you nefer tink off it after- 
wards? Vait von ce, von dime. I show you how to tink somedings 
to-morrow. 

Mamie. You misunderstand me. I shall think of it. 



50 LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act XL 

DocTOK. Halloo, Mamie. Now hark to vat I tole you. I vant 
you to be harking to efery vord vat I tole you. Done you know der 
year after dis, ven I shpeaked mit you, und I tole you apoud der pick 
rich Count Martrit, vat lifes in Hanover, in a pick cashteel, shoost 
like der King? 

Mamie. Yes, I remember you told me about Count Martrit who 
lives in a castle. 

Doctor. Veil, der f»ttei^off der Count owns great pick cashteels 
in all der cities nearly in efery kingdom all ofer Europe, und he owns 
sooch great pick vide farms, vere der vood grows dot ve use to keep 
der Are warm mit. Und shoost tink vonce ven you coon go off Shar- 
many und see dem cashteels. 

Mamie. It would be grand; but what has the Count to do with 
me? 

Doctor Can't you vait until I tole you, und den you'll see dot he 
has eferyting mit you to do. 

Mamie. Very well. I'm prepared to hear your story. 

Doctor. Oh, mine grashus. See. Der Afrairicans dey nefer 
coon vait mit der mout shtill ven deir fotters vants to shpeak mit 
dem. Dey ought to learn vat der Shermans tole deir shiltrens. Dey 
dell dem dot dey shoult nefer shpeak until der towel shakes, und den 
it gifes dem to undershtand dot it iss deir turn to shpeak somedings. 

Lucy. Why don't you proceed with your story, Doctor? Mamie 
is listening. 

'Doctor. Dare it is. Vat dit I tole you? Der Afrairicans mit 
deir Afrairican shtyle, upsetted eferyting. Vat dit I shoost tole you, 
Lucy Pfeifer? Dit you see der towel shake? You upsetted me com- 
pletely efery dime, so dot I nefer coon tole dot vat I hafe reaty on 
mine tongue to tole you. Vat for yoii always upset me? Der Afrair- 
ican voman always upset deir hushbants any vay. 

LiTCY. Proceed. We are all listening. 

Doctor. Eemember und not shpeak somedings until you see der 
towel shake, den you coon undershtand dot you hafe der admittance 
to shpeak. 

Lucy. Proceed. 

Doctor. Hold on. To-morrow I pring in dis house pefore your 
eyes der Honorable Sir Count Martrit, und I shoost coom from der 
saloon vere I coom from shpeaking mit him und trinking ein glass 
beer. He vas so<jch a fine Sherman, und from Hanover, mine coun- 
try; und shoost tink vonce, he shtudied apoud der medicines, und he 
vill make a pick Toetor py profession, und he vears aheafy golt vatch 
mit a heafy golt chain; und his vatch is shoost like efery man's dot 
has a profession und vears one; und vat you tink? He valks mit der 
shtreet mit a valking shtick mit in his hant, und he has sooch pooty 
fine hair, shoost like mine, und he looks oud off his eyes shoost der 
same vay dot I do, und in his face he looks somedings like me. Don'd 
you forget now, Mamie, vat I tole you. He vas der only vone son, 



Act XI.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



und his motter has vent tead ven he vas tree years olt alreaty. Now, 
remember vat I tole you, Mamie. To-morrow, ven I pring him here 
to dis liouse, und I set him down to tole you somedings, you moost 
hafe some reshspect for him. und not show off as ven you tinli he is a 
man mitout a profession, for ven you see his pick golt vatch you can 
see dot he has a profession. 

Mamie. Certainly, papa. I shall entertain him. 

Doctor. Dot is all right. Now, I am going to tole you vat der 
Count Martrit tole me in Fritz Grootenheimer's saloon. He tole me 
dot ven his motter vas tead he used to run efery dime dot der pick 
gates vas open in der grafeyard, und he used to go und shtand ofer 
his tead motter's grafe, und hold fast on der pick ornaments mit his 
hants und pray. Und dose pick ornaments und monuments vat 
shtand ofer der blace vere his motter is purled, each vone costed ofer 
tree tousant toUars, und der names off der pick gounselmens shtand 
on dem. 

Mamie. Why ai'e the councilmen's names engraved on the mon- 
uments? 

Doctor. Der monuments are put ofer his motter's grafe so as to 
make der Count und otter beoples remember dot his motter vas tead 
von dime. Shoost tink vonce how nice it is ven you can see dem. 

Mamie. That is all very well, but how does it concern me? 

Doctor. Veil, shoost shtop a leedle, und den I vill tole you pooty 
quick. You vill see to-morrow dot ven dot fine Count comes mit his 
pick Toctor profession, he vill shpeak eeter French, Sherman or Eng- 
lish mit you. I vant you to remember dot you moost say yes to efe- 
ry ting dot he asks you. 

Mamie. Why shall I say yes to everything he asks me? 

Doctor. You undershtand. done you, your fotter is a pooty ole 
man. und off you vill make yourself undershtand, und shoost tink 
dot you hafe got a fotter vat vould like to travel mit himself all ofer 
off Hanover, und go mit himself to Paris, und see all off der vine cit- 
ies vat shtand dare, und ven you tink pooty mooch off your ole fot- 
ter, you vill do dot mooch as to say yes to der Count Martrit. Vat 
you tink? 

Mamie. What do you mean, papa? I have no money as yet in my 
possession to afford your seeing the old country once more. 

Doctor. Oh! no, no, no. You be shoost like all off der Afrairi- 
cans know nottings, und your motter, vat pe always toleing dot vat 
dey done know. Done I tole j^ou dot I fetch der young Count Mar- 
trit mit his pick Toctor profession to shpeak mit you und tole you 
somedings, und I hope dot you show yourself off as a young lady 
shoult mit your fine lankguage, und done you show off as ven you 
vas nefer off der semilinary or school, und as ven you done know 
how to shpell. 

Mamie. Certainly, papa, I shall treat him with respect, but it is 
hardly necessary to tell him that I know how to spell. 



LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act XI. 



DocTOB. You done know notting ven I tole you so often, und 
shtill you done undershtand me. Alvays ven your Afrairican motter 
mit her society und shtyle tole you somedings, it is alvays, " Oh, yes. 
yes, mama." But ven I shpeak mit you, it is shoost like nottings at 
all. 

Mamie. What shall I do and say? I have not disobeyed you. 
Explain, please. 

DocTOK. How mooch plainer shall I tole you? I talk der Eng- 
lish shoost so plain as anypoty, und shoost like nottings at all. Done 
you undershtand dot I got by dis dime der algebra fixt in mine heat 
shoost so goot as you und your motter. I tole you so often alreaty 
dot ven a man has der algebra fixt in his heat so goot as I got it, he 
coon shpeak shoost sooch fine lankguage as I can. 

Mamie. Yes, you talk very well, considering your advantages in 
this country. 

DocTOK. For example, when I coom in der house somedimes, 
und I fint you und your motter talking apoud der Longfellow's po- 
ems, und der Shnakeshpearing, und Botany, vot tole you all apoud 
how der shtars are fixt vat hang ofer your heat, you alvays under- 
shtand her und you say yes. Why done you nefer undershtand me 
ven I talk English plainer as your motter, for I can nefer undershtand 
her? 

Mamie. I always understand you after you have explained your 
meaning. 

DocToE. Vat for you vent off der school to learn to shpell, ven 
you done undershtand der English lankguage like vat I talk? I hope 
you vill say yes ven der Count comes. 

Mamie. I understand you perfectly, and when your friend comes 
I shall be entertaining. You don't mean that I shall kiss a stranger 
or embrace him, I hope. 

DocTOK. Yes. If der Count shpeaks mit you for a kiss to-mor- 
row, you gife him von— or two or tree, for dot matter. 

Mamie. What do you mean? How absurd. 

Doctor. I mean dot you shall not show off der vey your motter 
dit ven ve vas pooty mooch reaty to pe coupled togetter py law. 

Mamie. What did she do when you ventured to kiss her the first 
time ? 

Doctor. She acted like ven she vas erasy, und she gafe me a 
bick schare, so ddl I vas afrait to kiss her again. Ven der Count 
makes lofe to you, you moost not shoomp up from your shair like 
your motter done, und run like crasy as off you pe a shicken mitout 
your heat on. You remember dot ven he asks you to pe his vife, j'ou 
moost act pleased, und not do as your motter done, to run like crasy, 
or else he vill hafe a pad opinion off you. 

Mamie. I perceive. You mean marriage, do you? 

Doctor. Yes. Der Count is rich, und you moost marry him. 

Mamie. Impossible. I cannot marry him. 



Act XI. 



LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 



DocTOE. I pet you vill. I'll pring him here to-morrow, after der 
train gets In. He has got so mooch money, und I shpeaked mit him 
to-tay. You moost mind your fotter, und none off your Afrairican 
foolishness mit lofe like your motter. Der Count tole me dot he 
vanted an Afrairican \ife, und she moost know how to blay und sing 
off der piano, und she moost know how to talk French, English und 
der Sherman lankguages. Und he tole me dot she moost gratuate al- 
reaty from der sumarary. 

Mamie. Why must I possess all of these accomplishments? 
Doctor. I done know. It is pecause he is a man vat has a pro- 
fession like me. After der Count tole me all off dot, I tole him dot I 
hat a fine toughter vat vas apoud sixteen years old, und I tole him 
you coult blay mit der piano, und dot you coult sing shcost like a 
pluejay. 

Mamie. Why did you tell him that? 

Doctor. I tole him all apoud you pecause he is a man vat-has a 
profession, und den he tole me off all off dis pe for ferteldy, vich is a 
Sherman Latin vord, und means off English true. 
Mamie. I understand. 

Doctor. Und now you hold on vat I tole you. To-morrow, 
ven der Count Martrit asks you to pe coupled togetter py law, you 
moost act pleased, und say yes, und you pe shtill like a mouse, but 
say yes, und tole him pooty quick. 

Mamie. [Sighs.] Oh! dear. What shall I think? 
Doctor. You vill do dot mooch, den you vill pesh mine fine 
toughter, to make it goot in mine life und old age. You vill see on 
der tay dot you pe coupled togetter py law, I vill get from der Count 
fifty tousand tollars, den der Count und me und you vill go off Paris 
all ofer to der bick Centennial. Den ve vill go in mine country und 
look on der King's cashteel, und ve vill see all off der bick gounsel- 
mens und officers. You vill do dot mooch, von't you, in honor off 
your fotter und his bick Toctor profession, von't you? 

Mamie. I am astonished, pa, that you should plan this match. 
Doctor. Don'd you let dot motter off yours upset eferyting mit 
her preaching to you apoud her notions off lofe, und her cold vater 
und temperance, und her Shermans vat she don'd like. Don'd you 
pay any attention to her Afrairican shtyle. 

Lucy. FAside ] Give him an affirmative answer to every request 
he makes. 

Doctor. I go now to look after mine profession, und you coon 
talk vat you blease. [Departs. 

Mamie. What shall I do, mama? He is determined to dispose of 
me in the same manner that your Aunt Lillabridge disposed of you. 
Count Martrit is doubtless an unprincipled man; otherwise he would 
never resort to such despicable trickery as papa just disclosed to ob- 
tain my hand; and then, too, he has never met me. Besides, if he 
were what he pretends to be, he would hardly be found in such a dis- 
reputable saloon as Fritz Grootenheimer's. 



54 LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. [Act XI. 

Lucy. Don't be alarmed, my dear Mamie. You shall never be his 
victim. I will always watch over and advise you. 

Mamie. Advise me quickly. 

Lttcy. Treat your father and the Count respectfully, and avoid 
giving them any offence. When the question of marriage arises, I 
shall act as the occasion seems to demand. 

Mamie. Well, it will be useless to try reasoning with papa. He 
is so headstrong. 

Lucx. We shall have very little to say to him upon the subject. 

Mamie. I dread the interview with Count Martrit, and wish it 
were over. 

Lucy. I feel positive that it will end unpleasantly, but the future 
can hardly bring forth dariier shadows than the past. You shall nev- 
er be compelled to marry a man who is intemperate, or otherwise 
unfitted to be your companion. It is enough that my life has been 
blighted; therefore I shall do all in my power to shield you from a 
like misfortune. 

Mamie. What shall we do if papa turns us out of doors'? 

Lucy. This property is mine, and if he ventures upon such a 
step, we shall return. I am willing to place my trust in Providence, 
firmly believing that whatever may happen will surely be for the bet- 
ter. 



SCENE II.— Lucy's Parlor. Mamie is playing on the piano. Lucy 
and Fairy are sitting listening to the music. 

Enter the Doctor and Count Martrit. 

The Count remains standing in the doorway. The Doctor quickly 
seizes Fairy by the arm near the shoulder, raises her feet 
nearly from the floor and brings her before the Count, in- 
troducing her in the following manner, which makes Fairy 
act frightened: 
Doctor. Dis, Mishter— Sir— Herr— Count Martrit. Here, dis is 
mine leedle toughter. Fairy Pfeifer. 

Fairy. [Bowing.] Very happy to meet you, Sir Count Martrit. 
Count. [Bowing.] Happy to meet you. Miss Fairy Pfeifer. 
Doctor. [Shakhstg Fairy's arm.] You young shnips you. I help 
you mit " I'm happy to meet you." I tought I often tole you to shake 
hants. Done you know netting? Dot is Afrairican shtyle, I should 
tii.k. [Lucy and Mamie act amazed.— To Fairy.] Vat for you go 
off der school off you done even learn so moocn as to shake hants 
mit a shentlemans? [Fairy holds handkerchief to her eyes as if 

weeping. Doctor places Fairy's hand in the Count's 
and says: " Shake hants und den pe off und sit down." 
Count shakes hands with Fairy Fairy sits down 
near Lucy. 
Doctor. [Shouts to Lucy. J Lucy, com't here. Halloo. [Lucy 



Act XI.] LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 



GOES FOKWARD.— Introduces hek.] Mishter Count, dis is mine vife. 
[To Lucy.] Dis pesh der Count Martrit, Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer. Make 
yourself acquainted. He is oud off Hanover, mine country. He is 
der Count from dare. 

Lucy. [Bowing. J I am glad to form your acquaintance, Sir Mar- 
trit. Please be seated. [Count sits down. 

Doctor. [Politely.] Shake hants. Done you know notting? 

Dot is der vay laties in Shermany do.- [Lucy, with a perplexed look, 

shakes hands with the Count, excusing herself. 

Count. Certainly. 

Doctor. [To Lucy.] You turn peedle heat. Vat you mean py 
talking to de Count dot vay? Oh, shame on yourself. It's novonder 
dot der shildrens act like fools. Make mit yourself oud, or go sit 
town. [Doctor talks to Mamie in a low tone. 

Lucy. [To Count.] Please excuse the Doctor's remarks. You 
understood me, did you not? 

Count. Most certainly I did. For my part, I beg you to feel en- 
tirely unembarrassed. [Lucy sits down by Fairy. Doctor leaves 
Mamie and goes towards the Count, calling and beck- 
oning to the former. 

Doctor. Mamie, coom. Mamie, coom't on here. Halloo. Shake 
hants mit der shentlemans. [Mamie advances.] Now, Sir Count 
Martrit, dis is mine toughter. Miss Mamie Aldolf shtuff Alemedia Alle- 
sedia Pfeifer, but ve call her py her first name, Mamie. Make your- 
selfs acquainted mit him. Shake hants. 

Mamie. [Shakes hands.] I'm glad to meet you. Sir Count. 

Doctor. [Pleased.] You pesh mine fine toughter, ha? You 
hafe more manners as der whole set putted togetter. [To Count.] 
You see, Mishter Sir Count, she pe pooty tall— dot means sheshtants 
up pooty high— und ve hat to gife her pooty heafy names, und shtill 
she gets longer und longer. Pooty soon she shtops, ha? 

Count. I have seen young ladies taller than Miss Pfeifer. 

[All take seats. 

Mamie. How long will you remain in town? 

Count. I intend to leave this evening at 10:15. 

Lucy. How do you like America? 

Count. Very much indeed. 

Doctor. [To Count.] Mine toughter she is a fery coot fine 
blayer on der piano, und sings— she sings shoost like a pluejay. 

Count. So I understood you to say yesterday. 

Doctor. You know dose pluejays in Shermany? 

Count. Yes. 

Doctor. Dose pluejays vat fly rount in der vinter times, ofer der 
farms, picking up der corn-fielts vat trop rount here und dare? I 
dells you, she is shoost like vone off dose plue.i'ays mit her fedders 
all pulled oud. Shoost so rich she looks. 

Count. [To Mamie.] Will you favor me with some music, please? 



LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. [Act XI. 



Mamie. Shall it be instrumental? 

Count. I would prefer a song, knowing that you sing. 
Doctor. Blay der piece vat I like apoud der moon. 
Mamie. It is so simple that perhaps the Count wouldn't be pleased 
with it. 

Doctoe. [To Count.] Oh, yes, yes, you'll like it pecause I do, 
von't you? 

Count. Very well, I'll listen to your favorite. 

[Mamie plays " Come when the moonbeams softly glimmer." 
Mamie. [To Count.] Will you please join us in singing? 
Count. What is the name of the song? 

Doctoe. It is, " Ven der moonpeams softly slimber." Dot means 
ven der moons goes off shleep. 

Mamie. The song is, " Come when the moonbeams softly glim- 
mer." 

Doctoe. Titn't I tole him like dot? 

[Doctor puts on spectacles, and then joins the Count in 
singing one verse. He holds the music so close to his 
own eyes that it is impossible for the Count to read 
the words, and acts ridiculously. When the chorus be- 
gins the Count sits down. The Doctoe sings out of 
time and too high. When finishing the chorus, the 
Doctor asks the Count: " Done you tink I sing pooty 
goot for an olt man, und a man off mine profession?" 
Count. You did sing very well indeed. 

Doctor. I tink dot I sing shplendit. I hafe not hatsooch avoice 
for a long dime, in a goot many years. I tink dotdis coot singing vas 
all on der gount off your velcome. [To Mamie.] Coom, blay dot ofer 
vonce more, pecause I sing so goot. 

Mamie. I think once is sufficient, papa. I would rather be ex- 
cused. [Doctor sits down, and then directs Mamie to a chair very 

close to the Count. 
Doctor. [To Mamie.] Sit yourself py der Count, so dot he can 
get vone goot look on you. I prought him here on dot purpose. In 
Shermany, ven shentlemans visit young laties, dey alvays sit vere 
"dey can be seen. I tought you knew dot. I don't like to see young 
laties afraid off shentlemans. 

Mamie. [Embarrassed.] I feel quite comfortable where I am, 
papa. 

Count. [To Mamie.] I notice that your papa tries to provide all 
that you require for your ease and comfort. 

Mamie. Yes, sometimes too much so to be agreeable. 
Doctor. [To Count.] Vat you tink off mine piano? 
Count. It is a very loud sounding one. 

Doctor. Yes, und ven Mamie blays mit der scale's off der piano, 
dey go so quick as r-r-r-dt. You know how dot goes? 

Count. I understand how they run the scales on a piano. [To 
Mamie.] You know the object of my visit, do you not? 



Act XI.] LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 



Mamie. Most certainly I do. 

Count. [To Doctor.] As my time is limited, I must make my 

proposition now. May I have the hand of your daughter in marriage? 

[All except the Doctor look surprised. 

Doctor. Yes, yes, mit all off mine heart. 

Fairy. [To Lxjcy.] What does he mean, mama? 

Lucy. Wait, and you will hear. 

Doctor, [to Count.] Ofer dare is Lucy, mine vife. Ask her 
und den you pe all-right. She looks bleased to-tay. 

Count. [To Lucy.] Dear madam, Doctor Pfeifer has consulted 
you regarding the union of your daughter and myself, which I sup- 
pose favorable. Do you object, or am I unworthy of your daughter ? 

Lucy. Sir Count, you will please overlook what may seem to 
you an inappropriate reply. Do not for one moment allow yourself 
to suppose we are not aware of the high honor which you would 
bestow upon my daughter, by taking her as your wife. I cannot see 
why you, who have always associated with the nobility should select 
an untitled wife, whose wealth is not equal to your own. 

Count. I never considered your social standing. Will you con- 
sent to my proposition? 

Lucy. Have you proposed to Mamie? 

Count. . No, madam. It is only necessary, in Germany, to obtain 
the consent of the parents. 

Lucy. Well, it is different in this country. Here the daughter's 
preference is considered by her mother. We do not regard the young 
man's worldly possessions as of so much importance as his moi-al 
principles. We ask, " Is he temperate, and a true Christian?" 

Count. Then you object, do you? 

Lucy. I shall never consent to let Mamie become your wife. She 
is too young to think of taking such a responsibility upon herself. 
Under the circumstances, I feel impelled to disclose to you a vow 
which I made when Mamie w^as an infant. 

Count. What was it, pray? 

Lucy. It was this: Should she live to be a young lady, her hap- 
piness should never be blighted by act or word of mine. 

Count. My dear madam, I have the consent of Doctor Pfeifer, 
and now it is only necessary to gain that of yourself and Mamie's to 
complete my happiness. 

Lucy. Surely you, having only met her to-day for the first time, 
can have no deep affection for her. 

Count. Dear madam, permit me to inform you that my father 
had never met my 'mother before the day they were married. Y'et 
they always loved each other and lived happily. 

Lucy. That may be true in their case, but it does not follow that 
it would prove to be the rule. I must say that my own life was 
blighted by being compelled to marry a stranger. From that day un- 
til the present time I have never known happiness, and I know that 
vou could never be happy with my daughter without love. 



58 LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act XI. 

[During Lucy's conversation with the Count, the Doctoe 
watches them both with an inquisitive air, and when 
Lucy concludes he says to her: " It is petter off 
youlieep shtill." 

Doctor. [To Lucy.1 Oh! goot for notting. Vat is lofe? Coon 
you tole me vat dot shtuff is? I pet you done linow. I tole you so 
often dot a man vat has a blenty off money coon lofe anypoty, and he 
coon get a blenty off girls. It makes no tifference off he has gray 
hair or not. I tole you so often, Lucy Pfeifer, dot you shoult not 
preach apout lofe to a man vat has a profession. Vat you tink dot 
dey undershtand py lofe? It is money vat dey undershtand, und 
shoost vat dey pe after. I know you coon't shplain vat lofe is, for I 
hafe a profession und I coon't. 

Lucy. Did you ever know that money without lofe never lasts 
long? 

Doctoe. Vat you tink I care apout lofe? I got a pick profession. 

Count. [To Lucy.] I had no intention of creating any trouble in 
your family. 

Lucy You have a great advantage over Doctor Pfeifer in your 
knowledge of English. We should exercise caution in conversing in 
his presence, lest he may misunderstand us. 

Count. I shall occasion no further misunderstanding. I have 
come simply as a gentleman to request your consent to my marriage 
with your daughter. 

Lucy. I decline to countenance your suit. Still there is Mamie. 

Y^ou are at liberty to speak to her upon the subject. Let her answer 

for herself. [Doctor walks the room excitedly, when seeing the 

Count approach/ Mamie, stops to listen to their 

convei-sation. 

Count. [To Mamie.] My dear Miss Pfeifer, you are doubtless 
aware of the purpose of my visit. I have the consent of your father, 
and your mother chooses to leave the decision with yourself. Shall 
I have the happiness of having you return to my home with me? 

Mamie. No, sir. I have determined to pursue a course of stud- 
ies already commenced, after which I shall feel better prepared for a 
higher position in life. 

Count. Will yo'u not give me some hope? 

Mamie. To be candid about it, I never could love you. 

Count. I can^ see why you reject me. I would take you to Paris, 
and from thence to Italy. I have already spoken to your father about 
our traveling. 

Mamie. I understood papa to say that he met you in a saloon. 

Count. [Excited.] Yes, yes— we met at his place of business. 

Mamie. I would not marry a man who frequents such places. 

Count. I said that it was at your father's place of business. 

Mamie. Fritz Grootenheimer's saloon is not his place of busi- 
ness. 



Act XI.] LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. 59 

Count. I don't recollect where it was. 

Mamie. Some young men have very convenient memories. 

Count. Now I remember, it was near a doorway that I met the 
Docior. 

Doctor. Vat funny folks I got, mit deir lofe. LTo Mamie.] Who 
put dot foolishness apout lofe in your heat? Your motter? You tink 
I pring a becker here, dot ain't got notting, nor ain't got a profession 
like me? 

Mamie. Give me Paris with all of her riches and splendor, and I 
could never love him. 

Doctor. She's shoost like her motter— all der dime tinking on 
her lofe — und neeter vone know vat lofe is. I'm sure I don'd. Pooh! 
pooh! Vat is dot, I like to know? It's shoost notting at all. 

Lucy. I have known that for along time. You love no one, nor 
will you allow any one to love you. 

Doctor. Say, Lucy, do j'ou lofe me? Shoost answer mine ques- 
tion pefore dis house. 

Lucy. Do you want a candid reply? 

Doctor. Yes, und right avay quick, so dat I coon undershtand 
you. 

Lucy. Did I not inform you when my aunt compelled me to mar- 
ry you? 

Doctor. No, you ditn't. You run like crasy. 

Lucy. I said then that I did not love you. Y'ou were nothing to 
me then, and because of your cruel treatment, you are nothing to me 
now. I told you that I had given my heart to my soldier boy, Deloss, 
before I met you, and that you could only have my hand. It was De- 
loss, a soldier boy, w'hora I loved, and I love him still. In my dreams 
I hold sweet communion with him, and in fancy rest my weary head 
upon his breast. It is that which gives me strength and courage to 
do my duties day by day until I can go hence to re.ioin him beyond 
the clouds. 

Doctor. Vat— you— you— lofe somepody else, und rest your heat 
on Deloss? I tought he is tead long ago. You rest your heat on an- 
otter man inshtead off on me? How coon you do dot, ven I tought 
he vas cone deat? [With rage, throws Lucy out of the door.] 
po now, und rest your heat on him out dare. 
Lucy. [As if in pain.] Oh, my head. [Mamie and Fairy act fright- 
ened. The Count gets his hat and stands still. 

Doctor. [Leads Mamie to the door.] I shlam you out toors. 

too, und nefer coom in here again, eeter. I'll see off you coon lofe 

oud dare. [Fairy weeps and starts to run. Doctor leads her out, 

saying: " Co vere you blease," and then closes door. 

Count. Why did you turn your family out of doors? 

[Doctor walks up and down the room, thumping his head as 

if in trouble. 

Doctor. Oh! vat an unlooky man I pesh. 



LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act XII. 



Enter Johnny, who stares at the Count. 

DooTOK. [To Johnny.] I clean house to-tay. Coomon. You go 
too. 

Johnny. [Weeps.] Where is my mamaV 

Doctor. [To Johnny.] Coom, co fint tern off you coon. [Puts 
HIM out.] Don't you tink I know how to clean house pooty goot for 
a man off mine profession? Don't you tink I'm a free man now? If 
you efer get married, don'd you. nefer take an Afrairican voomans. 
[Draws revolver.] I guess I get oud mine involver, [Goes to door] 
und see off I done a goot yob or not, und off I kilt der nations all or 
not. I see off I finished dem up. [Shows revolver.] You see. 
Count, dot involver? She has apout five huntert shots in her. You 
pet I shoot 'em all dis time. [Goes out of door, and then returns.] 
Coom, coom. I coon't find dem anyvare oud dare. I guess dot dey 
vill sing apoud deir cold vaters und deir lofe somevare else inshtead 
off in dis house. Coom, coom. I co mit you on der drain for Califor- 
nia. [Departs with Count. 



ACT XII. 

SCENE I. 

Characters— 1. Lucy and her children. 2. Lawyer Hogal. 

3. 2d Lawyer. 
Lucy is discovered lying on a couch, having Fairy by the hand. 

Johnny sits at end of couch. Mamie fans her mother. 

Door- bell rings. 

Mamie. [Goes to door.] Oh! that must be the lawyer. 
Enter Lawyer with Mamie. 

Lawyer. Good morning, Mrs. Pfeifer. I am informed that you 
wish to see me on business. I am in a hurry, as court sits to-morrow 
and I have a present engagement elsewhere. 

Lucy. Yes, I have very important business, having determined 
to apply for a divoFce from Mr. Pfeifer. I have endured hi,s cruelty 
for these many years, believing that God, in His own good time, 
would set me free. My suffering has been terrible, and I can bear it 
no longer. 

Lawyer. I have the whole story. Please don't worry, dear mad- 
am. Your divorce will be granted by the next court. 

[Children rpjoice. 

Mamie. Oh! how glad I am. 

Lawyer. [To Lucy.] I wish you a speedy recovery. Good day, 
Mrs. Pfeifer. Call at my office next Wednesday. [Departs. 



Act XII.] 



LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 



SCENE II.-Lawyek Hogal's office. Me. Hogal at desk, writing. 
Enter Lucy witli daughters. 
Lawyer. [Offers seats.] How do you do, Mrs. PfeiferV We all 
had concluded that you were dead. 

Lucy. Oh! no. I could not die. I have called to learn if lam 
freed from that madman or not. 

Enter 2d Lawyer, who hands Hogal papers and then departs. 

. Lawyer. [Reads.J Lucy Pfeifer. Divorce granted from J. W 
Pfeifer. 

Lucy. Thank God. Free at last. Now I am no longer The Sold 
Orphan. 

Mamie. How does it seem to you now, mama? 

Lucy. [To all.] I feel like a caged eagle suddenly set free. 
Had I the eagle's wings, I would soar aloft, and in shouting my free- 
dom to the world, dare the tyrant to touch or harm me now. 






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